I just wanna be in Come on over and mend my heart I didn't want to be here I didn't want to be here without you Want to be here Be in the light, light that surrounds you Every one of us got wanderlust You get me high, love But everyone of us, every one

In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings From the wide open sea There's a sailor who sleeps While the river bank weeps To the old Willow tree There's a sailor who dies Full of beer, full of cries

I want you to know Who's to say where the wind will take you Who's to say what it is will break you Who's to know when the time's come around Don't want to see you cry I know that this is not goodbye Something is about to give I can feel it coming I

Tomorrow comes and goes before you know So I just had to let you know Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel Love your imperfections every angle But nothing can compare to when you're naked Beautiful, beautiful life right now Beautiful,

You love me for everything you hate me for I am the dirt you created And your whore But let me tell you something baby I am your sinner (And I can be your whore) So how can this be? You’re praying to me As I look in your eyes

I said, oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh) Hey, hey yeah Something's got a hold on me, yeah (oh, it must be love) Oh, something's got a hold on me right now, child (oh, it must be love) Let me tell you now Oh, it must be love (you know it must be love)

Rock and Roll, Rock And I drink more than you And party harder than you do And my car's faster than yours too P.I.N.K. P.I.M.P I'm back again I know y'all missed me I'm so so sick can't handle it Yeah I talk shit just deal with it

No, I, am not I'm not addicted to sex But, girl, I guarantee that if you lay with me You just might be You just might be, yeah Let me talk to 'em I guess you know you made it when they start talking 'bout you, right? Welcome to fame Y'all don't pay me no

Decisions as I go, to anywhere I flow I can fly high, I can go long Today I got a million, tomorrow, I don't know Sometimes I believe, at times where I should know Make me feel the warm, make me feel the cold It's written in our story, it's written on

She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) Fake proper-talking, bitch be like "Please pass the Backwood" (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the