Now let me see you get wild tonight Some a love dem, some a love dem Woman a jump and di man dem a rub dem Baby, shake your body let me hold on tight Wine me up like this till the end of the night (That's right) Ride it, hot Straight dance floor ting,

Nothin', I'll do this one myself Hey, na na na na, hey that's something State of love and trust, and a State of love and trust as I busted down the pretext Sin still plays and preaches, but to have an empty court, uh huh And the signs are passin', grip

I'm about to drive in the ocean I'ma try to swim from something bigger than me Kick off my shoes and swim good, and swim good Take off this suit and swim good, and swim good, good Roaming around like I'm ready for a funeral That's a pretty big trunk on

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that's what's up! Yeah, we should do something like that Boom boom chuck, b-boom, Shady! There's never been this, much of a menace in this game as this And it's the, most sinister duo in the

And now a message from Hannibal Buress Blaa, uh, sorry, sorry Aye, mane, I'm fucking with this shit. It's good to listen to a professional rapper for once, but Lil Dicky is a horrible rap name. That's some weird shit; you got grown men having to call you

I was born to be somebody And this world will belong to me I'll light up the sky like lightning I'm gonna rise above Show 'em what I'm made of I was born to be I can feel it Ain't nothin' that's ever gonna stop me

And the shit seems to follow Sometimes I feel it chasing me All the hate that's breaking free I realize I'm taking everything This time I feel it taking me To a place I hate to be All along I sing to make believe I'm thinking of, Thanking all the fucked

You should get what you deserve Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce And that’s a nigga like me Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce And that's some of this D You should get what you deserve (uh-uh-ey) Said I’m just tryna take you home and make that ass

Lay awake at night, Oh so low, just so troubled. Can't get a job, Laid off and I'm having double trouble. Hey hey, to make you've got to try. Baby, that's no lie. Some of this generation is millionaires, I can't even keep decent clothes to wear.

Lay awake at night, Oh so low, just so troubled. Can't get a job, Laid off and I'm having double trouble. Hey hey, to make you've got to try. Baby, that's no lie. Some of this generation is millionaires, I can't even keep decent clothes to wear.