This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

Some people laugh in the dark, Some people cry alone. Some people talk without sayin' a thing, And everything turns out gloomy. Some people count your money, Someone is countin' your days. And somebody got to keep track of your mind. When everything

It's sad, so sad (so sad) What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do to be heard, It's a sad, sad situation And it's getting more and more absurd Why can't we talk it over? Oh it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word What

Hey baby, it's a quarter to eight I feel I'm in the mood Hey baby, the hour is late I feel I've got to move Well, hey now, baby Aw, hey now, baby, Well, I like your smile Won't you come and talk to me For a little while

All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando We the first ones that came up with the bando Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for I’m bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors Same

I know I'm gettin' hooked on your love Talkin' to myself, runnin' in the heat Beggin' for your touch in the middle Of the street and I -- I can't stop thinking 'bout you girl I must be living in a fantasy world I've searched the whole world over To find

Yea I do it for the stunt I just do it for the stunt Put a billboard in my city Riding Bentley's in your city I might fly your girl out with me I might go and blow like fifty It took me 10 years to talk like this... I was broke a year ago I worked for

Tell me why, why woman Can we just leave a good thing be? If you leave me Leave me guessing darling Then I guess you're not for me When you're talking Talking with an old friend And you decide you must be free Can we leave a good thing be?

Sweet Memory Talking bout a sweet memory It goes round and round in my head Pretty soon I'll want the real thing instead But for now I got this sweet memory Sunny day Sunny day Not a cloud crosses the sky Not a tear comes to my eye On this sunny day

Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em) They say my folks'll do whatever for the fortune and the fame And it'll take a fortune to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin' You say the only family that you got is in a gang And the only