I'll dot your I's and cross your fuckin' T's (Bring it!) There ain't nothin' in this world for free There's not a man, not a man I believe Give a rat's ass what you think about me I give a shit, don't give a shit about anything This is the man that I'm

My head's spinning around and round And the world keeps trying to bring me down, oh I bought a ticket to the joy parade And I ain't jumping off of this happy train, no I will live what this life's about, With or without I will bend and I will sway I will

I heard every word you said And trying hard to understand Exactly what it is, you need, from me Baby I apologize I never meant to make you cry But there ain't no doubt, we can work it out yeah Cause I'm gonna be around Don't worry baby

Alright, nigga, no more fun and games, let's go (oh fuck) You, you set the standard for (what, me?) the future generation Liar, yeah, listen Slum village with the feeling, get a beat I bet you I'ma kill it (kill it) Huh, you ain't ready for the realest

It is what it is It is what it is and it ain't what it ain't It's life and it's love and it ain't gonna change It's a beautiful mess I don't wanna miss And I'm sittin' here in all my glory Everybody got a Beer everybody got a Story It sits in the spins

Candy Apple Faygo paint Mercedes Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans I'ma pour up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda Flex on all my exes like, "hey ladies, hey ladies" Hey girl, what's up, I'ma pour this drink up with some soda Flex on all my exes

Somewhere now All grown up and medicated On my own cellular waves I put the riot in patriot And we all die in threes I'm running late to somewhere now I don't want to be Where the future and promises Ain't what it used to be

No trial, no case for reason I've been chosen to pay with my life Mad men define what mad is Turning witches and saints to ashes My flesh will feed the demon Rising masses marching to find heretic Heretic blood Please, don’t leave me As they search for

Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine So this is me swallowing my pride And I go back to December all the time I go back to December

But I ain't got no one sleepin' with me Maybe I love you Maybe I'm just kind of bored It is what it is And you ain't got nowhere that you need to be I think were thinking to hard To put on your shoes and get in your car