This your favorite song And it's all Please tell me what you think happened Like this time, fuck it I woke up to like ninety-nine missed calls That's like ninety-nine people I probably pissed off Like damn, nigga, I was on a jail call Damn, niggas make

I been cold the whole season I should call my next song "Freezin'" Coldest nigga alive, I'm so cold You niggas get on my nerves, you're so old I painted my whip in the vid like a prick, now I'm carless (Cold)

My song will carry on And I'll spend my life penning my song, my song Good girls don't make history So I may never be what you assume (it's my song) Don't want your hooks or auto-tune (it's my song) If I'm off-key then that's alright with me (it's my

You know you dead wrong Up in the club, but you left your man home You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want Fuck em all the time but you know I never wife em, uh Real nigga know

Redemption songs Won't you help to sing These songs of freedom? 'Cause all I ever have Emancipate yourself from mental slavery Have no fear for atomic energy 'Cause none of them can stop the time While we stand aside and look? Some say it's just a part

I dedicate this song to you, The one who never sees the truth, That I can take away your hurt, heartbreak girl. Hold you tight straight through the day light, I'm right here, when you gonna realize That I'm your cure, heartbreak girl? You call me up,

Foreign skies Blinded me to empty charms. I crossed the ocean, Fell into your arms So sure, so wrong.. You sang me a simple tune, I took if for a song. Say goodbye Don't tell me why you have to go

When I was Jack and you were Diane Does it make you laugh Every time you hear that song Do you close your eyes Do the memories take you back Six packs and a Chevy Cheyenne Do you turn it up Do you sing along

Here´s a little song to make you feel good Put a little light in your day These are crazy times And it´s all been getting pretty serious Here´s a little song to make you right Send the blues away Well it´s a crazy game Tell me who´s to blame, i´m

Only a crazy little thing I read What are you smoking I'm just to fuck with your head I'm only joking And I don't believe a thing I've said (Why do I do what I do?) There is a song You're trembling to its tune At the request of the moon