I'll play the blues for you If you're down and out and you feel real hurt Come on over to the place where I live And all your loneliness I'll try to soothe Don't be afraid come on in You might run across some of your old friends All your loneliness I

Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down On these clowns, can I get a witness? Marshall, sounds like an S.O.S. Holy whack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right!

You don't have to call 'Cause I'ma be alright tonight It's okay girl True playa fo' real, ask my nigga Pharrell uh You were my girl Thought the world of you Gonna boogie tonight 'Cause I'm honestly too young of a guy To stay home

Walk the Plank! With your life, you'll pay the price Boots of lead, your blood runs red Time to die, your end is nigh Descend into the black and don't come back The time for execution, a harrowing display For treachery upon the seas has taken place this

I was just about to leave It don't seem that late now I thought the party was windin' down Gonna stay now Bring the Tanqueray I'll See how this plays out Until you looked at me But hey now look what I just found Look what I just found

Calling all stars, come on We all stars, we are one We all shine, we are chrome And we are shimmering We light up the night like a black sun Turn on, turn on (turn on) Play it loud, we don't care

Yes, no, maybe I'm sorry for talking crazy Don't do this to me, baby (But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back Fuck that, you can stay wherever you at) (I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart? Could've sworn that you

Oh, I need your love Oh, oh, I need your love I just got to have In the evening When the day is done I'm looking for a woman But the girl don't come So don't let her Play you for a fool

Show business That's the way it goes Show business That's show business You learn to sing You learn to play Why don't the businessmen Ever learn to pay You play in halls

Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga (yeah) Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, run it up Got a bitch to get the bread 'cause the bank playin' Dope boy, count, count, dope boy, count, count (yeah) That's when I have some cool water that I whip slow