Crawl out of my head and fall into my bed She’s a bad mamajama And she don’t make time and All the men wanna have her But they know she’s mine And she's down for whatever Can you read my mind and then just Baby I’m savin it all for you

Gonna fight it, gonna fight it What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do? When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake Heart is bursting and your butt's gonna break Woman's cussing, you can hear her scream Feel like murder in the first

Oh, I feel it comin', got a rush like I'm runnin' No, don't go lookin' for somethin' Know we're scared of us, what this might become Ain't no goin' back no more, no more We're in the same bed, cannot lay awake Let's fill up this space with us Butterfly,

I really believe that I'm glad It doesn't matter what I say You never listen anyway Just don't know what you're looking for Imagination's all I have But ever then you say it's bad Just can't see why we disagree Casual conversations how they bore me They

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Just a little bit Now make it clap You know what to do with that big fat butt Hot damn it Your booty like two planets Go head, and go ham sandwich Woah, I can't stand it 'Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt

That I love to do Then you can take it and spin it, and fit it to you I don't know what you gonna be But I hope you smile when you think of me 'Cause I helped make you But I didn't never try to make you pick it up And you might learn a couple pretty cool

I'd give it all up baby I'm falling (yeah) Trade in the world to show, I'm falling, Don't need the fame or money As long as I got you girl Oh oh oh yeah yeah Take that chance on love (yeah yeah) Now I can't predict what the future holds But I'll fight

You can't buy love, but you can make it You can't make sunshine, but you can make love When life gives you lemons They pour down from the heavens This is what you've got to do Make some lemonade Drink it in the shade Don't let a bad day get to you You

Momma's so proud of you, you did so good on that report card today baby I'mma let you pick out whatever you want Ma, I can get any shoes I want? That's right, today is your day Momma don't have much, but I'll spend it all on you today Okay, I want these.

I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House OG kush diet, OG kush diet My partna just died, my partna just died Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck Come to the bank, come through like Brinks Fuck what you think, fuck what you think