You can't take my soul away from me Everywhere you look, it's like they know Their fingerprints are hidden by control This is where the line is drawn, see I'm ethereal, my children are legion, serial They stick to my skin like beloved cysts I tear away

Stronger than yesterday Now it's nothing but my way My loneliness ain't killing me no more I, I'm stronger I, I'm stronger Ooh hey, yeah Hush, just stop There's nothing you can do or say, baby I've had enough

Did you miss me? No, I don't know where I'm goin' But I'm goin', now is you comin' with me? Up, up and away Hey, do you trust me? If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me? Then it must be a match made in heaven God's Gift,

You'll find another life to live I know that you'll get over it She's sippin' Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder No I'm not a rat, but I'm all about my cheddar Just talked to your homie, she said we

And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired" So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Looking to find, a way through the day A light, for the night Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why You

One, here's what you do Now my name's Ludacris but please, meet my crew Two, say, there's no time to play Bring a box of Magnums and get blown away, hey Three, there's no changing me I'm a pimp for most and it's plain to see Four, I'm so glad if he made

We're the heirs to the glimmering world Hey, love, we'll get away with it Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight We'll run like we're awesome, totally genius We'll run like we're awesome We'll set off the geese of Beverly Road Serve me the

You'll find another life to live That's true, that's right She's sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter My Louboutins new, so my bottoms they is redder No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar Just talked to your homie she said we should

I'm back in the USSR Back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the US Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my

Dog, I shouldn't have left, They wouldn't have tried this shit if I was wit ya Maybe we would have picked another time Or chose another way Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him to choose another soul Shit, its just me and my mentoni now Man you