I want you to bang my box I sleep with the door open If you want to come in while I'm sleeping I'm always sleeping naked 'Cause I wake up and you're creeping Want to lick it so much It's almost like I taste it on the tip of my tongue I want to touch it

I'll use that star to write I love you A thousand times across the sky One thing isn't very clear, my love Should the teacher stand so near, my love? Graduation's almost here, my love Did you say I've got a lot to learn? Well, don't think, I'm tryin' not

I'm not fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I think we've got a bleeder right now Maybe you're the runner-up But the first one to lose the race Almost only really counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades Demolition,

A crack in the surface A flaw in the plan (Plans we made together, almost buried in the sand) A cadence imperfect Like a building condemned (Can we indemnify ourselves if we don't face what we're against) A sinking ship, an awkward kiss A chance to set

Almost forgot what I was doing Almost forgot where I was going I been driving, I been smoking Almost forgot what I was drinking What the hell have I been thinking Now I'm just riding through the city And ain't nobody rolling with me It ain't a problem,

But in time our feelings will show 'Cause sooner or later, we'll wonder why we gave up The truth is everyone knows Then maybe we wouldn't be two worlds apart But right here in each others arms But almost is never enough And we can deny it as much as we

Whiskey and wimmen almost wrecked my life Were'nt for whiskey and wimmin, I'd have money today Nightlife, nightlife, nightlife Ain't no good, ain't no good for me I had a good start, but wimmen and whiskey tore it down Whiskey and wimmen ain't no good

I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' 420 up in London Me and Murda, we up to somethin' I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband Murda, Murda, Murda shit I'm a problem, called her a "bust man" I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fort

I'll use that star to write, I love you A thousand times across the sky One thing isn't very clear, my love Should the teachers stand so near, my love Graduation's almost here, my love Did you say that I've got a lot to learn? Well, don't think I'm

Had enough, almost drowned, when shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh I get up, when I'm down (Satisfy) yeah yeah, yeah (Satisfy this hunger- you) Sinatra, Big Pepe (Satisfy) oh,