Something for the fans I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to feel at home I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to be alone I got an issue with people pretending they like what they don't Please don't bring up my issues unless you gon' deal with

My head's spinning around and round And the world keeps trying to bring me down, oh I bought a ticket to the joy parade And I ain't jumping off of this happy train, no I will live what this life's about, With or without I will bend and I will sway I will

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

My niggas got a streetsweeper, air the whole block out Fuck around and blow the whole stock out Real street nigga, we gon' fuck around and pop out We gon' bend your block and we gon' spin again (spin again) If she wanna fuck, she gotta bring a friend

At my command, Let the blood ov the infants flood the streets ov Bethelehem! Consumed by tongues ov fire Burning like Phlegethon Holy gardens reduced to ash Extinguishing light ov hope Bringing the end ov the days Words ov my gospel scattered

I'm not giving up today There's nothing getting in my way And if you knock knock me over I will get back up again, oh If something goes a little wrong Well you can go ahead and bring it on 'Cause if you knock knock me over, I will get back up again I

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's play ring around the Rosé You (Are you comin') (Know I want it) Bring you friend around, yeah (Bring your friends around, yeah) (Ring around the Rosé, yeah) Aw babe, aw babe All my guys, I just came with

Forsaken, I walk the line alone No sanctuary No place for me to call my home But it's time to break the cycle You come alive just to fuck with the cycle Bring an end to the suffering I was shadowed or black out, storming the background One man's whisper

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more