Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea V-V-Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea You got me too attached, keep me comin' right back And just like that, got me comin' right back like And I know that I ain't fuckin' with your voodoo If this is what you call love Oh man down You're shaking

Just before you go, tell us how the heavens flow Weightless evermore, as you walk beyond that door Shine forever true As the embers rose through the Roman sky Tell me were you calm when they took your life? Shared with us the world well before your time

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I Left my scarf there at your sister's house, And you still got it in your drawer even now. Oh,

Shoo-be-doo-be-doo- be-doo-da-day Shoo-be-doo-be-doo- be-doo-da-dee. Your precious sweetheart, she's so faithful, she's so true, oh yeah, Her dreams are tumblin', her world is crumblin' because of you, uhh uh. One day you'll hurt her just once too much,

Check check calling patient patient patient number one Make sure that you sign out sign out out when your done Make sure you grab a sucker on the way and out the door And make your next appointment and come back and get some more Head back eyes close

If I lose you, baby 'Cause there'll be no sunlight There'll be no clear skies My eyes will do the same, if you walk away Everyday it'll rain, rain, ra-a-a-ain Just like the clouds If you ever leave me, baby Leave some morphine at my door 'Cause it would

Yeah smash on the radio, bet I penned it We are trying to make way for Chris Brown I'm going to need you all to back away from the door You are not listening I need you all to back away from the door (Pull up, pull up) can't believe the girls, club

It was all a dream yeah homey I am on my job I got my foot in the door but still hustlin' for more I'm fed up (ay) I'm fed up (ay) I'm fed up (ay) I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired Yeah I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me (I'm

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

Ready to roar, ready to roar It's five o'clock and I'm out that door I'm hot and dusty, I'm tired and wore But it's Friday night and I'm ready to roar Get down the fiddle and break out the bow Take off the gloves and throw down the hoe Worked hard all