An appreciation cake because Emax bought Eem a new house Eem new house got a backyard so he can fuck all of these bitches And have a crazy orgy in the backyard Emax the G.O.A.T To Bass be the glory Scum on these bitches, I slime on these bitches Want

Like roulette, o-o Like roulette Wanna close my eyes and roll it, with you Wanna lose control and forget with you Let's roll it Big city lights Got me flirting with fire Tonight I'ma let my hair down Have a few rounds and just let go

She's callin' my name Is that riding down the road, her shotgun with me Those come-to-bed eyes when she's had too many That way she don't have to say a thing That wink when her dress starts falling The way she's gotten my heart wrapped up all in one look

Only I can stop the rain Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh It's not that we gotta do what we do It's what we know So to me it ain't nothing but being true It doesn't have to be the way it is

People say we got it made Don't they know we're so afraid We're afraid to be alone Everybody got to have a home Just a boy and a little girl Trying to change the whole wide world The world is just a little town Everybody trying to put us down

You lot, what? Don't stop, give it all you got The magnificent seven Don't stop, yeah You're frettin', you're sweatin' What have we got? Yeah, ooh Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M. Move yourself to go again Cold water in the face

She's funny that way. I got a woman crazy for me Once she dressed in silks and lace, Owned a Rolls Royce car Now she seems quite out of place, like a fallen star Draped around my kitchen sink , Happy as can be I just have to stop and think, Why she fell

Rumor has it, ooh Rumor has it, ooh, She, she ain't real She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will She is a stranger You and I have history Or don't you remember Sure, she's got it all But, baby, is that really what you want

This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself. I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go. Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else. Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still