Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

You can't cover it up It's so fitting, so fitting of the way you are Can't cover it up Someone old So douse yourself in cheap perfume Feeling borrowed Always blue Douse yourself in cheap perfume

Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back (You ain’t getting checks) Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back D town LAX, every

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

"Little boy, don't be scared Little boy, don't be sad My mother standing in the doorway Friday night, a smile on her face And I'll always be that little boy I was only ten years old Like the back of my hand, knew the roads I swerved my bike and lost

Toy-like people make me boy-like I see myself in there upon my lover I found a reason I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my era so You lick a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways

Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashion, we're last chances And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your friend Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break It was never about the songs, it

They say "all good boys go to heaven" But bad boys bring heaven to you No need to imagine 'Cause I know it's true It's automatic It's just what they do Love's my religion but he was my faith

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can