I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain Suwu leather seats, like a bloody stain I need hella base, I need hella pain You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain Man, I been on my own, Lord, I'ma need some help

Lady sings the blues She feels so sad Just what the blues is all about She's got them bad Wants the world to know She tells her side Nothing to hide Now the world will now The blues ain't nothing but a pain in your heart

Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy season Everywhere I go they say it's Iggy season 'Til I get what I want, baby I ain't leavin' Every time I go out everybody wanna show out I just see a girl in the mirror, told her "you the reason" I ain't worried 'bout shit,

I don't want lil' shorty if it ain't great sex Take 'em out like Hardy, we like to break necks On a island, we party straight off the private jet 'Cause I got blue strips, I just make checks Pop like a trunk, nigga, 'cause we up now (we up) You think

Ain't talkin' 'bout love My love is rotten to the core Hey hey hey I heard the news baby, all about your disease Yeah you may have all you want, baby, but I got somethin' you need Oh yeah, ain't talkin' 'bout love Just like I told you before, yeah before

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Nobody move, nobody get hurt He said he want me to join the army No way, I ain't gonna do it Natty don't nyam dirt The youth them just a dress up in a white collar shirt And some of them wear it till it resemble dirt Turn out your left pocket A searching

We’re driving fast in my car No, we’re not looking for violence We’ve got our riot gear on But we just want to have fun Tonight we want to have fun Hollowed out and Filled up with hate All we want is You to give us a break

Tell em anything you want to, Just don't tell em all the truth, Yeah don't tell em all the truth, Just don't tell em I've gone crazy, That I'm still strung out over you, Tell em all I'm on vacation, Say I went to visit friends, That you ain't heard or

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about