I ain't playing with these niggas I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these niggas Has he got enough money to spend? Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown Leave? No. He's to and from, he doesn't like it when the girls go Know

Doing it for the money We're gonna run this light We live our lives Yeah, we're not wasting time Baby, we lost our minds We're gonna get, gonna get Get what we can We're not doing it for the money I said it doesn't matter where I go

You left your mark (my heart) You left your mark, reminding me to forget Maybe you left your mark, reminding me to forget It doesn't matter where you are, you can keep my regret You left your mark (understand) Baby it hit so hard, I'm holding on to my

Don't get much better than this It doesn't get much better than this Spent too much time getting ready for this These days it seems like I just can't miss And I must confess It don't get much better than this (Baby, ah) Don't get much better than this

Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance 'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to

Together we cry Together we cry! Whoa oh whoa oh whoa Jenny was a poor girl Living in a rich world Named her baby Hope when she was just fourteen She was hoping for a better world For this little girl But the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree

They're coming for me Running from the madhouse, they won't take me back Got the medicines to give me what I need Yes I'm burning up but music is my drug Doesn't matter if I shout or if I scream Men in white coats, coats, getting so close, close I feel a

God only knows why we were born to burn He doesn't fucking love us The sons and daughters that you wished to forget A desperate picture of God's regret Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups? One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us

I don't miss you at all That you left behind I don't miss you It doesn't hurt When I think of you And all the things we'll Never get to do I don't dream at night about the way we were I tore up the pictures, crossed out all the words

She was the gold rush By all means, she can get ahead of herself I'll already be there I'll already be there to meet her She's no traitor I've got no chaser (She doesn't love) Anything for herself But for me she goes way in, way in