I need love You need love Give me love And I'll give you my love My flight has finally landed down And the ground has stopped moving all around Eyes open, awake for the very first time We both forfeit this game of crime They say thirty is the new twenty

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya I make your jeans Vibrate like a Nokia Hot gyal here Major Lazer We ah fuck the hottest gyal dem round 'ya Girl from down ah country and Girl from down ah town ya If you check da phone ya

Somebody asked me, why I live the blues I said the blues is all around me, I just find something I can use And I feel it running through me, but I give it my heart and soul I practice while I'm singing, let the feeling take control I'm just trying to

You stole my heart the moment you came to town I said hello but you were gone when I turned around You can't get away, can't get away, even if you try now I want to tell you but the words just can't be found I like the way you move and just the way you

Its the wheel of the world turning around. And around. It's the wheel of the world turning around. Its the wheel of the world. And it never even slows down. It's the wheel of the world. Love goes out, out like a light. Out like a flame and you cant find

And it all comes down to you You see your gypsy She was just a wish So I'm back to the velvet underground Back to the floor that I love To a room with some lace and paper flowers Back to the gypsy that I was To the gypsy that I was Well, you know that it

Ring them bells, ring them loud Let them ring here and now Just reach out and ring the bells of freedom Stand your ground And ring the bells of freedom Like you've lost every round I have walked all alone On these streets I call home Streets of hope,

You're so supreme The lyrics I write of you, scheme Just for the sight of you, dream Both day and night of you 'Cause I can't get started with you I've flown around the world in a plane I've settled revolutions in Spain The North Pole I have charted But

(For the Money) Money, for the money Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '04 But I grew up around impalas and drug lords Welcome to Los Angeles palm trees and drug stores All we know is rocks and presidents like Mount Rushmore

Baby you gotta know that I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do For me and you and we eatin' So bitch why the fuck is you trippin'. I'm takin' these chances my head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge if the money don't move Then