I want you and no one else I want you for myself I want you, and nothing else, but you I know I'm acting confused I got nothing to lose I'll never let you go (na-na-na-na) Motherfucker never loved me 'Cause I ain't gonna let you go Moving on, gotta take

And I been watchin' you shake dat ting Man dem a try, dem a get deny Girl it is mine, a long time me a line And pan me wan you fi to shake dat ting Girl it is on, at four o' clock in di morn' A nuff a dem just, ain't nothing 'Cause I'm gonna take dat

When it come to loving, I ain't never done I'm 74 years young I've been all around the world, everywhere is home Drink wine with kings and the Rolling Stones 'Cause I'm 74 years young I'm 74 years young, there ain't nothing I haven't done I've been a dog

Soon as I get paid Ring a ling with the telephone Is the man of the house at home? Your master card is over due Mr. Mo we need a payment from you Right now, right now, right away I ain't got nothing to send you today But I'ma give you all your money

I know it's my time And it's now or never I'm so bright, I light the night I'm so high, I can touch the sky And it feels so right ain't nothing better One, two, three, go! Waking up in a dream

Oh, girl, you know it's on (oh yeah) I came here to slay shit (yeah, yeah) All night I'ma work the grave-shift (Lord, Lord) These drugs I'm on, they ain't nothing to play with (sky high) I can't feel my face, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) When I pull up on ya

It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story, same old story Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low Coincidental murder, with nothing to show When the judge's

Now I'm feeling all wavy, yeah, I'm feeling amazing Please don't try to wake me, 'cause I'm on vacation You got me losing my mind Every night I pop another pill to sleep They keep saying there ain't nothing wrong with me For a while ain't no child with a

Since you last felt like you were home Each and every breath we take A step towards death And the moon is pale And we might have seen something But we ain't seen nothing yet And I may have dreamt it Or it may have happened When I stood right here

I'm 'bout to be rich Lately I been on my fuckin' shit It's no competition who fuckin' with me This rap shit I run it I'm blowing this money these hunnids and fifties ain't nothing to me I want the royalty I want the loyalty Puttin' up money for layer fees