Hustle and mo' Hustle and motivate Nigga I don't do this for nothing, no From the ground up, yeah Well, I don't do this shit for nothing, no Not at all, yeah My money real, money real So I don't do this shit for nothing, no, not at all I told her I got

I live on a battlefield My new home is a shell-hole filled With tears and muddy water And bits of broken heart All around, there is desolation Scenes of devastation Of a love been torn apart I live on a battlefield, hey Surrounding by the ruins of a love

You're out of touch I'm out of time But I'm out of my head when you're not around (Out of touch) Oh oh oh oh oh oh (Out of time) We're soul alone And soul really matters to me Shake it up is all that we know

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

Too many hands Being laid on her Too many eyes will never see That it's dragging her down She turns 'round She's one of a kind Sometimes hard to find Like a rainbow Well, she's lost all her glory

At the baggage claim, you got a lot of luggage in your name It's all over the yard, in the trunk of the car When you hit the ground, check the lost and found Because it ain't my problem now I can't carry it on, I've got a lot of troubles of my own I have

In the arms of a stranger, pretending it's love And I'm wrapped around your finger, even though I'm knocked up Ah ooh, ooh ooh Bam bam bam bam, bam bam bam bam bam You know space and time wouldn't let you be mine What I've come to understand Is entropy

You give me butterflies Untangled all the strings round my wings that were tied I didn't know him and I didn't know me Cloud nine was always out of reach Now I remember what it feels like to fly Stealing my heart instead of stealing my crown Now you're

Fascinating rhythm, Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm That pit-a-pats through my brain; So darn persistent, The day isn't distant When it'll drive me insane. Comes in the morning Without any warning, And hangs around me all day.

Round, round, round a melody Round, round, round a melody, One and the same. Round, round, round a harmony Round, round, round a memory Truly happy and content with me. Measure me, treasure me, pleasure me. Here it comes, our symphony, A melody and