In my bank account, yeah (oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God) I got one, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God) I got one, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, Three, four, it's hard to

(Two, three, four) I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart (Ho) I been trying to do it right (Hey) I been living a lonely life (Ho) I been sleepin' here instead (Hey) I been

(She looks like fun) She looks like fun (She looks like) One, One, two, three, four She looks like Smile like you've got a straw in something tropical I've got the party plugged right into my skull Wayne Manor, what a memorable N.Y.E Good morning

One, One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, oops Up and down, I think (On repeat, give me a count) The stuff that they know The one on the right and then turn it up while I'm counting One, One, four, five, six, seven, eight It's too loud

I used to sing for you I remember there was a time When I used to sing for you Do do do, do do do One, One, two, one, one, two, three, four Sweet and high at the break of dawn Simple tune that you can hum along too Knew all the words to the popular songs

Ball of confusion That's what the world is today, hey Uh, yeah, that's what the world is today, hey Let me hear you, let me hear you say Let me hear you, let me hear you One, One, two, three, four People moving out, people moving in, why? Because the color of

Let it rock you, let it rock you Death of the Prodigy dancer One for the troubles Two for the time Three for the lyrics Four for the rhyme Where's the response? Well this is where I kill the dancer

Start again in the month of May Come on and blow the wires away And around and around and around and around Gonna make a record in the month of May But the kids are still standing with their arms folded tight One, One, two, three, four In the month of May, in

I could tell that something wasn't right with you, with you I knew she was trouble from the first kiss (One, One, two, three, four) I could feel it blowing in the night wind Why don't you come back down so we can turn it around We grow apart just to be on our