It's everything we know You gotta be loud You gotta be rude So the world can hear you You gotta be crass You gotta be cold Turn it up, turn it up now

You're going to find someone If it's too much pressure, babe Maybe I'm not the one for you, baby If you gotta question me, babe Think of all I've done for you, baby I said I know that That's ready for you Teach me a lesson, babe Teach me a lesson, baby

F-f-f-foolin', ah f-f-foolin' If you're really there and you really care 'Cause baby I'm not Is anybody out there, anybody there Does anybody wonder, anybody care Oh, I just gotta to know Lady luck never smiles So lend your love to me awhile Do with me

That's that G.O.A.T. talk That's that (That's that) G.O.A.T. talk Worldwide nigga, but I'm so South (So South) They say you gotta hear it from the G.O.A.T. mouth (Hey) You ain't know about it, bitch, you know now (You know now) They say you gotta hear it

Who do you love, do you love now? I wanna know, I wanna know who This shit is keepin' me up at night, just admit it Now, now, who do you, who do you love, love (yeah) I wanna know the truth (whoa) I know it's someone new You ain't gotta make it easy,

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma' Girl, it's getting hotter I can't take much more But not for long And I might say goodbye I'm here like for one night So we don't gotta waste time I know that you feel it

Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly I gotta let you know the move (South Side) Feel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird Oh my God, I just can feel the love Drop top with the windows up Ya' know? (South Side) I'm gonna take you on a

Don't say a word at all I wanna get back to where we started To the summer night You know, you know, you know, you know we got it right We don't gotta say anything Don't gotta say anything Yeah wanna get back to San Francisco In the fire light You know,

You gotta love it You better own it And god knows it You gutta shu uh shove it I'm gonna make things happen Goin' round n' round n' round... Any way you can feel it You shouldn't try to conceal it baby You got to make up your mind Any way I can steal it

Where I go I just don't know When I find my piece of mind I got to got to gotta take it slow. I'm gonna give you some of my good time. I've got a bad disease But from my brain is where I bleed. Insanity it seems Has got me by my soul to squeeze. Well all