You want it, we got it You want what we got I know what you want We got it, you don't We got it, you won't I know what you want (you want it) Sometimes you drive me mad with the things you say and do You act like we're so bad, well, I got a message for

Niggas gon' always be niggas Can't afford to give my heart to these niggas Ain't got time to lose my mind to these niggas Na na na na na na na na na (oh na na) I'm young, I be sprung and Sometimes it's just so damn fast I'm not dumb, no I'm not dumb I

You gotta hold on to somethin' that you believe, Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright. Hold on to somethin' that makes you feel alright.... The gold verandah in the dark has gone down to the metal man. No better time to leave the ground And maybe

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord, don't take my whiskey, rock and roll I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Always looking out Always lookin' Sometimes time doesn't heal Just stand still While we fall In or out of love again I doubt I'm gonna win you back When you got eyes like that It won't let me in If I had eyes in the back of my head

All I want is money, all she want is me (All I want is money, all she want is me) Every time I like a bih I find out she a nat Somebody call the vet, my dog turned out to be a rat I'mma slick pimp, got a sixth sense Hoe you ain't a dime, you just six

This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself. I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go. Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else. Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister

Tip, tip, tip, tip I got some money to spend Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Man got the habit, money poking out the bag I might hop out on it now, for my city brought it back Bad bitches bust it down, always