Bossa nova, bossa nova She said, go, bossa nova baby Keep on dancin' She said, hey, bossa nova baby Keep on workin' for I said, take it easy, baby I worked all day And my feet feel just like lead You got my shirt tails

I don't know what to do Gotta form a plan of attack 'Cause I'm blue for you, blue for you And I'm blue for you, blue for you Sometimes the sun shines And I close the blinds 'Cause I can't stand to see the light of day I have no use for pain But I don't

I cannot cry ?cause the shoulder cries more Get away, run away, fly away Lead me astray, to dreamer?s hideaway I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world Forgive me, I have but two faces One for the world, One for God save me I cannot die, I, a whore

Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow) Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (on me) Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy Pull up twenty inch blades like I'm Lil' Troy Now it's

Mexicano, I'm working like I'm Mexicano Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this I know where I'm from and I got used to this Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (yeah) Beat the odds, do numbers and

Why do you wanna go turn back time? Psychotic kids, they don't know what they want Wasted on the young Psychotic kids, we've got to keep control of them Come and take a ride in my psychotic mind My mum thinks I'm on heroin And my dad just thinks I'm gone

Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah We too playa, yeah, we too playa Yeah (DJ Durel) The way we put this shit together, you know what I mean? Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean? I got this man on the saxophone You know what I

Hold me down, hold me down Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But it's the devil that's tryna Sneaking out the back door,

We wanna live right now Jumping off the edge Cause we got that dynamite inside our bones Now we got that 1, 2, 3, come on let's go, let's go! Young, I want it free Got everything we need A thousand shooting stars And many mysteries

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your