He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game And she tell him that he's crazy I'm your wife Ah, but I won't play to lose He's burning the grass

Haters gon' say it's fake If you know what's good And they ain't leavin' till six in the morning (six in the morning) (If you know what's good) (If you know what's good) come on And no, this ain't the clean version Your friends, my friends All my haters

Your bullshit come off of that Someone tell these motherfuckers that Hop is back! I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it Now I’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga They can get it (They can get it) You can get it (You can get it) Y'all can get it

It's a small world ("It's a...small world...") What goes around, comes around A very small world ("It's a...small world...") At the time you least expect it You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow Nigga you reap what

Sky's on, fire The stars come Attempted to warn you Pay no mind to what the doubters all say I'mma be around for ever, always You can bet on it You know I, tried to

For so long 'Cause I've been waiting for you And right now there's a war between the vanities But all I see is you and me The fight for you is all I've ever known So come home Everything I can't be

Say this a-woman like a bright star a shine We can work it on out, (work it on out) Have mercy a wonders and sign Me love the way you move up your body Have mercy one time, look sweet Now now now now darling yeah Come on, come on, come on, come on yes now

I'm in love with your body Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I Come on, be my baby, come on I'm in love with the shape of you Every day discovering something brand new Come on now, follow my lead Girl, you know I want your love Your love was handmade for somebody like

Tell the children the truth Rebel, rebel! Come on and tell the children the truth We refuse to be What you wanted us to be We are what we are That's the way it's going to be, if you don't know You can't educate I For no equal opportunity (talkin' 'bout

Hey baby, you ain't treating me right You go off everyday and don't come home til night That ain't the way to do it That ain't the way to get along Well i'm pickin' you up and takin' you to my house Now you're up and you're treating me like a mouse Well