We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

I'm with Sack and Juvie So you gotta bring about three friends Don't flex, don't pretend White coupe, butter pecan Thick bitch, Puerto Rican You know we spin a bin Take you out to Paraguay Or California for the weekend Wash away all of the pain

It's a bad religion Taxi driver But boy you need prayer, I guess it couldn't hurt me If it brings me to my knees This unrequited love To me it's nothing but A one-man cult And cyanide in my Styrofoam cup I could never make him love me

With plenty of money and you. It's the root of all evil, Of strife and upheaval. But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny Well, baby, what I couldn't do In spite of the worry that money brings. Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of things.

Oh, oh, bring it to me Bring your sweet lovin' Bring it on home to me, yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) About leavin', leavin' me behind If you ever change your mind Bring it on home to me, oh yeah You know I laughed (ha ha) when you left But now I

Sweet things build on these Sweet things build on me Sweet things bring to me Build me a bridge Burn me a fire Rest something in my empty hands Fill it with light Fill me tonight I figured that you would understand

Well your moving I feel just like a kite But one without a string One that is floating around I don't know what tomorrow with bring I feel just like a bird But one without a home One that is floating Full of endless oceans empty horizons no rest in sight

Oh, how I dream Let it be me, my love And a table that feels your fingertips Let it be me, let me be your love Bring an end to the endless days and nights Like a lover, the velvet moon Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep Its light arrives on

I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I suggest that you

Please don’t let me bring you down I’m not sure I can do it Did you think I was fucking around? Living here is a game I don’t know how to play Are you really not anybody Until somebody knows your name? I’m not sure where that’s going Somebody used to