Everything you gave Stay with me Did I say that I need you? No one knows this more than me Nothing you would take Yes, I understand that every life must end, aw huh huh, As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw huh huh, yeah, I'm a lucky man to count on

Uh huh huh and you don't stop Clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat I said clap your hands to the beat, to the beat We in this Great Lakes state Eatin' steaks

I believe they can take anything from me But they can't succeed in taking my inner peace They can say all they want to say about me But I'm gonna carry on Oh, yeah, oh huh huh I woke up this morning with a smile on my face Nobody's gonna bring me down today

When you kiss me James Brown I don't care ha about your past I just want ho our love to last dee I don't care darlin' about your faults huh huh I just want to satisfy your pulse

Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh) Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy) Cocaine for my breakfast (what?) Hold that pistol, ambidextrous, uh (yuh, yuh) Pussy boy talk reckless (ayy) He might end up on a stretcher, uh (yuh, bitch) Fuck with my set (ayy)

Nur der Mann im Mond schaut zu Wenn die kleinen Babies schlafen Vor dem Bettchen steh'n zwei Schuh' Die sind genauso müde Geh'n jetzt zur Ruh' Dann kommt auch der Sandmann Leis' tritt er ins Haus Sucht aus seinen Träumen

'Cause what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you saying it Just remember how you said it when you was spraying it So who you playing with, huh? So I'm out the game, huh? Yo, Dre, we ridin'? Haha, well, I'm with you, homie

You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly) I know I'm super fly (I know it) I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly (I know) Now watch me fly, fly You can't tell me I ain't fly Fly, fly, fly It's Gucci (it's Gucci) Huh? Fly

Bitch I am up, bitch I am up Bitch I am huh huh, bitch I am up Thank you very much I'm way too good at this shit I don't even really gotta try no more Oh my God, Ronny Okay, Xans for her dinner, uhh Bag from Margiela, uhh

Yeah, uh-huh ("What can I do?") Yeah yeah (What's goin on man?) (The fuck is goin on man?) Yo {"What can I do?"} To make that paper was the trait that I received at birth Niggas jealous and hatin' on me ("What can I do?") When they plottin' and schemin'