It's just I know Up in the womb, but you can feel it when I kick it, I know And you too must be rockin' with Lil Dicky, Bono It's like I hit the lotto I had to hit the wall though I couldn't see it for a minute Shit was hidden, Waldo They treat it like

My pretty little poppy You're like that lovely flower, so sweet and heavenly Since I found you My heart is wrapped around you And loving you it seems to beat a rhapsody The pretty little poppy Must copy its endearing charm from you Amapola, Amapola How I

(Gon' getchya, gon' shake ya) Hump de bump doop bodu Bump de hump doop bodu Bump de hump doop bop Hump de bump doop bop It must have been a hundred miles It's not about the smile you wear but The way we make out

Welcome yo ho, get filthy Must make mo' dough We will be shaking your floor Come against me That's a no no Yo, 'cause I'm a beast (Insanity at it's finest Fire starter, riot maker, Moon stricken, animal need, bad seed, untamable beast)

Oh Lord I'd be lost But for the grace of God Is your happiness embracing me But for the grace of God go I I must've been born a lucky guy Heaven only knows how I've been blessed With the gift of you love And I look around and all I see

Everything was wrong You were still around How many times must I tell you Tired of you and everything you stand for I thought we'd reached an agreement But when I woke up this mornin' Why can't you show some feelin'? Why can't you understand? Messed up

It must have been something to send me out of my head With the words so radical and not what I meant For a break in the silence 'cause it's all that you left Just me and these four walls again It didn't take long Knowing it's all my fault These four

You must really love me to lie to me Must really love me to lie to me You make letting me to, look so easy When I know that it can't be Wide awake at night, knowing it ain't right We both realize it might be over Must really love me to lie, lie to me

Then it's just a sad song that's too sad to sing I don't know how to write you a song That says, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong I can't find the words that don't make it cheap It's right on the verge and just out of reach It must be a sad song with a blue

And it's the start of your ending 41st side get bent, run wild I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm Swayze You must be crazy kid Man I never did forever wildin' that's how we live up in the Bridge You