Are you telling me this is a sign? I'm not sure of what I see Cupid don't fuck with me! She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys Don't think about it, boy leave her alone Are you telling me this is a sign? (Oh!) She likes my tone, my cologne and

Rage, rage the night away Forget about the money I spent today Hope you save everything 'til you in the grave Ball 'til you fall, throw it all away We alive right now I'm a need y'all to turn the fuck up, now! I'm a need y'all to roll a blunt up, now! Go

And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane I like pleasure spiked with pain Songbird sweet and sour Jane Pleasure spiked with pain Just one note That mother fucker always spiked with pain I'm overcoming gravity Looking in my own eyes "hello"

Looks like tonight, I'll be drinking alone Fuck everyone else, I'mma party by myself. Do this shit all night, I don't need nobody else By myself, by myself, by myself, by myself Fuck everyone else, I'mma party by myself Let's get weird Blowing up my cell

Leave me fucking lonely You know me, and honestly I'm better without ya Don't you got me checking on my phone by the hour Baby, I'm hoping and praying My knees weak, I'm shaking 'Cause you know that I always needed saving Now I'm fucking lonely, and you

I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone "The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" Too many Indians and no chiefs I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes Lookin'

10 Bands, 50 bands 100 bands, fuck it man Let's just not even discuss it man O-M-G Niggas sleep, I ain't trippin' I'ma let 'em sleep I ain't trippin' let 'em rest in peace I been in the crib with the phones off I been at the house taking no calls I done

Big money on me, nigga, I'ma run it up 'Cause I remember I was broke and I ain't have enough Now I'm fly, she like to back it up No surprise, now she fuck with us No surprise, now she fuck with us (ay, ay, ay) I walk in the bank, look like a walking lick

'Cause everyday we oughta have pesos This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll Gun cock Gun shot, gonna lick a boy Gun clock Gun shot, gone a little boy I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell my nigga split the bitch and we

Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked You don't even know how I got it on me Every time I'm fuckin' on lil' shawty, she remind me of that dope 'Cause that shit be like macaroni I ain't Milly but I'm rockin' in here They done let me bring