But you don't know how Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone No no no no But you'll come out alright (Yeah) I know it seems there's no end in sight (Yeah) But it doesn't mean you can't put up a fight Sometimes I feel like a motherless child It's that

Tell me what am I doing? Yeah, real music Yo, ya just get in that, you get in that head space, ya know Somebody get the body bags, working with beats and Put the MC’s in 'em, season 'em, put 'em on a beat with me, then I’m eating 'em Get away from the

This is all I do, this is all I do I feel like LeBron What you know about that What you know about that? Nothing What I know about that What I know about that? Something I just put a hundred in the bank I don't mean a hundred thousand, haha, yeah, yo, I

strip that down, girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You know, I love it, when the music's loud But c'mon, strip that down for me, baby Now there's a lot of people in the crowd But only you can dance with me So put your hands on my body You know, I love it

How deeps is your love, how deep can you go? Whoa, bring, baby girl sing yeah Put a bang, put a bang, bang bang Girl I gotta let you know I’m the man Girl cut the way that you are whine and a bubble it, bubble it One trouble it me there Yeah think clear,

Ooh wee (Ooh, ooh) Send me an emoji, let me know how you feel Send me an emoji-ji-ji (Hey) I was young, we were growing up Yeah, I know but I don't know enough I know it’s late, just got back from work You don't have to put it into words One more glass

Yeah, you know, I smashed Foreign Spanish jawn, I really like your lemonade I put Cartiers all over my bitch's face She just got apparel, all because a nigga paid Put her in the past, 'cause you know Yeah, I smashed, yeah Shawty let me smash So I put her

So I put my hands up They're playing my song And the butterflies fly away Noddin' my head like, yeah Movin' my hips like, yeah They're playin' my song You know I'm gonna be okay Yeah, it's a party in the USA Yeah it's a party in the USA

Turn it up (just dance with me) Turn up the music (just turn it up louder) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah) If you're sexy and you know it, put yo hands up in the air Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (turn up the

So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You