Don't go hungry Don't go hungry, oh no You ain't return my call yet Baby, don't you hurt my pride 'Cause I won't be no pushover You don't know what you're missing really Y'all man ain't no massive, is a boy like we We sweet like chocolate So no girl will

Don't it make you smile? (2x) Don't it make you smile? When the sun don't shine it don't shine at all... Don't it make me smile? Yeah... When the sun don't shine it don't shine at all...yeah... Don't it make me smile? I miss you already yeah...I miss

You don't miss your water Till your well runs dry But when you left me Oh! How I cried In the beginning You really loved me But I was blind And I could not see I was a playboy

I don’t mind sentimental girls at times Miss don’t walk away, walk away With the kisses unclean as the words that you say My motivation is going to soon, good vibrations all over you, Act like you mean it, you mean it, You gotta story you never tell,

I don't miss you at all That you left behind I don't miss you It doesn't hurt When I think of you And all the things we'll Never get to do I don't dream at night about the way we were I tore up the pictures, crossed out all the words

I feel so much better Now that you're gone forever I tell myself that I don't miss you at all I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now That you're gone forever And in this world around me I'm glad you disappeared And now you're gone forever

All eyes on me I need your attention Put your body on me You the one I'm missin' I don't want your love We ain't gotta fake it We both tryna fuck All eyes on ya Ask you how your week been

Tudutudutudu, fuck you too Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes Never wear your heart on

Seeing you, missing you, such a bitter pill to swallow I'm sorry that I'm here so late And please don't turn my heart away 'Cause without you, I'm so hollow I'm sorry that I let you go It's only when it's lost you know Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh For your love, I

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher So misunderstood, but