Freak in you Room full of women and they notice me Now all they wanna listen to is Jodeci Is there a freak in you? Diamonds on my chest like a bishop And these lines right here ain't no kicker These lines right here gon' really really make you fuck These

Fuck that, fuck that (fuck that) Y'all want a single say fuck that Fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that shit Y'all want a single say fuck that (fuck that) What's going on today? (today) They think we're all the same (the same) And always we're to

Singing la lalalalala la la And the night over London lay At night they would go walking 'till the breaking of the day The morning is for sleeping Through the dark streets, they go searching, to see God in their own way Save the nighttime for your

If you can see me, then you're probably a little too close So you think you could love me, well you gotta be stronger than most 'Cause my ex didn't like it, didn't like it, No my friends they don't like it, they don't like it Somebody remind me When's

Slow it down, Angie come back to bed Rest your arms, and rest your legs I feel her filth in my bones Wash off my hands 'til it’s gone The walls they’re closing in With velvet curtains Some love was made for the lights Some kiss your cheek and goodnight

(Women, women) lots of pretty women (Men, men) they can't live without them (Women, women) In the beginning God made the land Then He made the water and creatures, then He made man He was born with a passion, love and hate A restless spirit with a need

They know not if it's dark outside or light While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue. They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used. But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul. They got away with murder down on music row. The almighty dollar and the lust for

You in the club wit some some worldwide thugs Get high get low Thick girls go and shake ya big butt If they don't like it fuck it And wherever you see us we gon' kick it, its all love (now I) And wherever you see us we gon' kick it, its all love Now ma