I fall in love too easily, I fall in love too fast I fall in love too terribly hard, for love to ever last My heart should be well schooled, 'cause I've been fooled in the past And still I fall in love too easily, I fall in love too fast

Don't you want to feel this fire before it's gone yeah yeah Your're sexy sexy I got things I want to do to you Make me make me Make my tongue just go do-do-do Flex it, flex it Flex your muscles, and through the roof Arrest it rest it 'Cause you're a

The hours tick away - they tick away In the fullness of time In this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test? It is what it is - and whatever Time is still the infinite jest The arrow files when you dream, the hours tick away

They'll call it a mystery But we're gonna call it victory We'll be writing history It's gon' be victory They'll be signs on top of signs Just so you know the history It's saying victory is with me Let go, let it be (let go, let it be) No matter how deep

Arrest the president, you got the evidence Arrest the president, you got the evidence (Nigga) Arrest the president (Nigga), arrest the president (Nigga) Arrest the president, arrest the president Arrest the president (Woo), arrest the president (Woo)

It never entered my mind Once you warned me that if you scorned me I'd say a lonely prayer again And wish that you were there again To get into my hair again Once I laughed when I heard you saying That I'd be playing solitaire Uneasy in my easy chair And

Comme ils me font peur Mais je ne peux rien faire Pour couper les barreaux De leur amour en fer De leur prison de terre Avec leur bonheur Leurs sourires en cœur Ah comme ils m’ennuient Quand arrive le dimanche

J'peux pas m'arrêter là, j'y pense depuis petit Les règlements de compte se font à toute heure On répond pas sur Twitter, on vient t'chercher directement chez ta tiper Personne qui passe aux aveux Une recharge de mille pour le shit, 400e pour la beuh 22,

Mr. Saturday night special But put a man six feet in a hole Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' Two feet they come a creepin' Like a black cat do And two bodies are layin' naked A creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps

Girl, girl, girl, girl Dear diary, it's happenin' again This energy, like I'm 'bout to win I just close my eyes and visions appear She's everything I want, and it's crystal clear Not even Marilyn Monroe Who Cleopatra please Not even Joan of Arc That