I fink u freeky and I like you a lot Jump motherfucker Jump motherfucker jump Motherfuckers get buzzed off the sparks that I bring Guess whose got the party jumping

You got to get up If you want to get I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes And I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars and I Hate

Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes Hop off a jet, barely get rest Cash through the month, I get a check Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess I eat her flesh, you know the rest

Whatever you got to raise up We'll be flying up in the clouds Like we're never gonna come back down Like we're running out of runway lights You can't get it high enough Your hands or your phone or your cup Set it off like the 4th Of July Gonna take it up

Get off my dick, woah Singing this song yeah Hollywood Cole Ay let me tell you 'bout it My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way

Yeah, more than you know I just need to get it off my chest You should know that baby you're the best 'Cause it ain't over, until she sings I saw it coming, from miles away I better speak up if I got something to say You had your reasons, you had a few

And I'll get over you I'll get over you You're haunting me, taunting me all in my brain Turn off the light and now all that remains Fills me with doubt And I'm shouting your name out loud Why do you wanna put me through the pain? I get the feeling I'll

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

I'll be there Climbing up the walls It's always best when the light is off Open up your skull I am the key to the lock in your house That keeps your toys in the basement And if you get too far inside You'll only see my reflection I am the pick in the ice

My mind is a safe And if I keep it then we all get rich My body is an orphanage We take everyone in Doing lines of dust and sweat Off last night's stage Just to feel like you If home is where the heart is Then we're all just fucked