Never get over not getting under you Getting under you So I'll never get over No I'll never get over I was so foolish on some stupid shit Knowing that you left messes with my head Shadows of you haunt me now That I never got a chance to hit

Wild like wild life I'm not done yet, pass me the bottle It's two AM, let's hit the throttle Drink in my cup, hands going up Let's hit the dance floor and get I could show you how to live the wild life (wild life) Yeah, no telling what I might do When

Let me show you a few things Let me show you a few things (show you a few things) I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight All pressed up in black and white And you're dressed in that dress I like Love is swinging in

Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter

Close enough to feel this moment Closer, closer Take another hit Just fake it 'til you feel it Open up and let me in I just wanna feel you Hey, all I really know is that I felt okay When I met you in April You were looking at me

Take, up in space. Take, up in space. Fuck all that bullshit! You watch me play. I look away. Your lights turn bright. You found the light. You're gonna die!

Who do you love, do you love now? I wanna know, I wanna know who This shit is keepin' me up at night, just admit it Now, now, who do you, who do you love, love (yeah) I wanna know the truth (whoa) I know it's someone new You ain't gotta make it easy,

Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman They just spent like two or three weeks out the country Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing Taliban, Taliban You don't have to call I hit my dance like Usher

I'm not your patron saint You're not my angel dear Horns up or down and now horns up I am your warpaint Lets make this crystal clear Horns up I am your worst fear Bloodshot eyes and a dead beat stance Shit for brains I'm a game of change One cut, two cut

I saw the news this morning And saw your face across the screen And as I poured my coffee, I picked up a magazine But as I turned the page And looked inside There you were again (there you were) Oh these lonely times