Feels like an empty space You don't enjoy the taste I just need a place to hide Somewhere to make you right If this isn't what you want Head back to your own haunt Maybe you lost control

You hit me like first time high, my love You hit me like, ooh Love make it higher Oooh, oooh, oooh It was love But this time I'm giving up This time I'm quittin' ya After school at the parking lot At the party after been taking some shots

Wearing your clothes Never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips All that I know is that I don't know how to be something you miss Forever the name on my lips I still remember the look on

(I'd fight for you) Hey babumba hey It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I'd fight for you! Hey babumba Just like the rain down in Africa It's gonna take some time but I know you're worth

Whether we like it or not The best I can tell The world’s gone to hell I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Well, it’s all going to pot And we’re all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the

Can you hear it ring It makes you want to sing You'll live like a king With lots of money and things All we ever want is more A lot more than we had before So take me to the nearest store It's such a beautiful thing, ka-ching! Lots of diamond rings

It's just I know Up in the womb, but you can feel it when I kick it, I know And you too must be rockin' with Lil Dicky, Bono It's like I hit the lotto I had to hit the wall though I couldn't see it for a minute Shit was hidden, Waldo They treat it like

Do do do do I'm never what I like I'm double-sided And I just can't hide I kinda like it When I make you cry I'm semi-automatic, My prayers schizophrenic 'Cause I'm twisted up, I'm twisted up, inside

Imagine a world like that Can you imagine it? Click, click, click and post Drip-drip-dripped in gold Quick, quick, quick, let's go Kiss me and take off your clothes We go like up 'til I'm 'sleep on your chest Love how my face fits so good in your neck

I'm going big, suck my dick Too many niggas, not enough hoes And some of you niggas, acting like hoes I know a lot of people that smile in my face But talk behind my back every time I'm gone So when they call my number, I don't never pick up I don't owe