The words you say with your last breath and the emptiness in space I can't tell you what to do This crossroad is your own But I know what we'll become We'll be outlaws on the run Do you think about the end? Do you think about the end? (That slow last

Maybe, here it comes, oh, oh, oh Oh, babe, lay down and get what you came for I bet you ain't never feel one Oh, babe, say how you want me to take over You're fuckin' with a real one Baby, here it comes, oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah I'll take care of

Uptown funk you up I'm too hot (hot damn) Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch uh Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo) 'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you Uptown funk you up (say what?) Hey, hey, hey, oh Called a police and a fireman

There's a rumor going 'round about me and you Stirring up our little town the last week or two There's a rumor going 'round, and 'round, and 'round So tell me why we even trying to deny this feeling I feel it, don't you feel it too? What d'you say we

Midnight memories, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, baby you and me Stumbling in the street Singing, singing, singing, singing Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, anywhere we go never say no Just do it, do it, do it, do it Tell me that I'm wrong but I do what I please Way too many

I hate myself for losing you I'm seeing it all so clear What do you do when you look in the mirror And staring at you is why he's not here? And oh, I don't know what to say And I don't know anyway I wish you knew I woke up today

Cry me a river Cry me a river (cry me, cry me) Cry me a river (go on and just) The damage is done, so I guess I be leaving You don't have to say, what you did I already know, I found out from him Now there's just no chance With you and me

Simmer down, can you hear what I say Simmer down Simmer down, oh control your temper Simmer down, for the battle will be hotter Simmer down, like you never did before Simmer down, you lickin' too hot, so Simmer down, soon you'll get dropped, so Simmer

And it won't say a lonesome word What evil have I done? Beatrice, I love my phonograph She got a phonograph Beatrice, she got a phonograph Beatrice got a phonograph But it won't say a lonesome word What evil has the poor girl heard? But you broke my

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets