Mr. Saturday night special But put a man six feet in a hole Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' Two feet they come a creepin' Like Like a black cat do do And two bodies are layin' naked A creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps

When the smoke is going down I I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I I find some time to be alone I I go to see the place once more Just like like a thousand nights before This is the place

I can’t believe that someone like like you Surrenders every element of you And you abuse it So someone you love, you really love May never seen the wonderful in you Why, it’s why you do do it Then I I don’t know why they call you A dane when you look in the mirror

If I I had to lose a mile If I I had to touch feelings I I would lose my soul The way I I do I I don't have to think I I only have to do do it The results are always perfect And that's old news Would you like like to hear my voice

Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane On a choppa rant I I think I'm 'bout to lose it man In the trap still countin' change Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame What’s Gucci my nigga? What’s Louis my killa? I feel like like I can’t follow in nobody footstep

Are you feeling down, and lonely. Feeling like like you can't go on. Just remember love will find a way. Tell me are you going through changes. Time seems like like it's passing by. Just believe that love will find a way. I see the tears you cry. I see the pain

Calling all stars, come on We all stars, we are one We all shine, we are chrome And we are shimmering We light up the night like like a black sun Turn on, turn on (turn on) Play it loud, we don't care

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, like like an American You make me crazy, you make me wild Just like like a baby, spin me 'round like like a child Your skin so golden brown Be young, be dope be proud Like Like an American Like Like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, whoa Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Play house,

All she every thinks about is love Find her the clouds up above For all she ever thinks about is love Where does she go, does she go, Where does she go, does she go There once was a girl who lived inside a tree. She liked ginger biscuit with scones and

Love isn't good enough And the waves in the sea They slip away just like like me So let go, oh You weren't good enough Only dark hearts (You're vicious now, yeah you're vicious now!) Waking up I I don't feel alive How fucked up are we inside