So lonely, so lonely When I came up, I was famous And I stayed up Now I'm way up People they just Turn to hater Been alone ever since I started

If you want another secret Can't back out, or make it You ain't ever gonna be it By takin' someone else's away Never take it for granted You don't have to understand it Here's to whatever puts a smile on your face Whatever makes you happy people Happy

Your eyes are full of hate, forty one, That's good Hate keeps a man alive, its gives him strength While cutting their shadows, kill them into the dark trough Black is all the way, furious never-ending darkness show Only way could be hard in their small

La, la, la, la, la, la, la And if that's what you want I hate to let you down I got your hopes up But I'm gonna be the one that let you down Now I got you hoping Don't let me let you down Hey, baby I'm not your superhuman Hey, baby I'm not your superhuman

This world keeps spinning faster Into a new disaster so I run to you I run to you baby Baby you're the only one I run to And when it all starts coming undone I run to you I run from hate

Ooh, you make me live Oh, you're my best friend You're my best friend Ooh, you make me live now honey I'm happy at home Whatever this world can give to me It's you you're all I see Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had I've been with you such a long

It got a little crazy last night Last thing I remember I told the bartender Mix rum and whatever you have First one drink, then two then I woke up with you So I know things can't be all that bad But it's still a little hazy Steel drums still ringing in

Don't let don't let don't let don't let One man can make one women hate all men Baby, I'm sorry (Not gonna let you down) Sorry for the things that happened to you, babe For what he did I'll show you that I'm not gonna do those things that he did to you

Middle finger to my haters, muhfucka why you hating? I'm gone I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga I'm gone Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone Even though I'm out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone

"Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." Will I be rich?" When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty?