Fuck bitches, get money, fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money You want to sip Mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home" Sex all night, mad head in the morn' Spin my

Oh oh tangled up And get me waking up Shake it up, tangled up You could be breaking up, making up, tangled up You can't be faking it, making it from my love With all this tragedy, don't get me tangled up I took the perfect avenue, Down the road to both

Yeah, I can't get enough of your love Give me some more, I love it I like that, you like that, so let's be crazy The contact, impact, I want that daily Our breath getting deeper, deeper, lately 'Cause I can't get enough I can't get enough

It's sad, so sad (so sad) What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do to be heard, It's a sad, sad situation And it's getting more and more absurd Why can't we talk it over? Oh it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word What

Comes love, nothing can be done Comes a rainstorm, put your rubbers on your feet Comes a snowstorm, you can get a little heat Comes a fire, then you know just what to do Blow a tire, you can buy another shoe Don't try hiding, cause there isn't any use

Trying to get my way home Driving towards the daylight Running from the spotlight Trying to find the daylight Running from the midnight Trying to get back home Look upon a mountain Waitin' on a train Baby I know what's wrong

And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Needle and the thread You watch me bleed until I can't breathe I'm tripping over myself Gotta get you out of my head Gonna wind up dead Got a feeling that I'm going under But I know that I'll

My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand It's how I know now that you understand There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come I'll be your man if you got love to get done Sit here and watch the sunlight fade Honey, enjoy, it's gettin' late There's

You put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on you We'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me to I can't quit, can't kick this kind of craving Girl you drive me fifty shades of crazy You set a fire up and down my skin as your

The final countdown It's the final countdown It's the final count down (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one) We're leaving together, But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back To earth, who can tell?