Know what I'm sayin' Get jealous of a nigga or something tryin' to Check it out, whole lot of jewelry Trying to surpass me My time nigga Clams Casino, nigga Don't do all that talking nigga

Simply beautiful Simply beautiful simply beautiful simply Simply Beautiful If I gave you my love, I tell you what I'd do I'd expect a whole lotta love outta you You gotta be good to me I'm gonna be good to you There's a whole lotta things you and I

I just want a little bit of everything na na na na, Na na na na I just wanna sing a little chill song Pour something strong down in my drink Oh, I know that I don’t need a whole lot of anything I don’t need too much of nothing Get my groove on I wish I

The view's a whole lot better second time around Too much of me was hidden in the shadows I looked up and felt my feet lift off the ground Now I'm looking up more than I look down I'm looking up more than I look down Looking up, looking up Figuring out

I let it work, non-stop Wait, I see a whole lot of frontin' A whole bunch of talkin', doin' a whole bunch of nothin' Get 'em, trance, oh Get 'em, I let it work, non-stop Everybody talkin' 'bout they want this money But when you get that money, everybody

Simply beautiful, simply beautiful, simply If I gave you my love, I tell you what I'd do I'd expect a whole lot of love out of you You gotta be good to me I'm gonna be good to you There's a whole lot of things you and I

This time it's goodbye trouble I feel the light at the end of this tunnel I get stronger with every step Come Hell, come high water You push on me I'm going to push back harder I got a whole lot more than a little bit left Oh, don't put dirt on my grave

I just need somebody to love. I need somebody, I-I need somebody, I don't need a whole lot but coming from you I admit I I don't need nothing else, I promise girl I swear. Oh oh for you I'd write a symphony! I'd tell the violins It's time to sink or swim

His parents hustled So he was left alone by himself a lot So shit, he did whatever the fuck he wanted to do When boys in the hood came out, This little nigga rolled himself a joint And watched the whole motherfucker by itself His pops didn't give a fuck,

But you'll think of me Take your memories I don't need 'em And take your cap and leave my sweater In fact I'll feel a whole lot better 'Cause we have nothing left to weather Take your records, take your freedom Take your space and take your reasons So