Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch) Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) The party never ends Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot ain't no flight plans Can't believe whatever I'm saying And

Oh your sweet little lies And you say that life is just a game and Everyone who plays is just a pawn And shame on me it went so long How could I've been so wrong? I've forever gone, colder If life is just a game then I can hear when I hold you close to me

If you had my love And I gave you all my trust Would you comfort me? And if somehow you knew That your love would be untrue Would you lie to me? Why second guess? I should have stayed Your heart is hard to carry after dark You're to blame for what we

And make believe it came from you I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter They're gonna knock me off my feet Kisses on the bottom I'll be glad I've got 'em And sign "with love" the way you do I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet I'm gonna smile

I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter I'll be glad I got 'em And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet They're gonna knock me off my feet A lotta kisses at the bottom I'm gonna smile and say I hope you're feeling

Black pearl Mother come pick me up I feel I've lost all that I knew In this forest full of lies You're all that's ringing true Oh, by my world Forever my world Gather all that's left Place my fears up on this shelf

Sans cri ni haine, Dit lui d'être forte La vie t'emmène, Ce n'est pas sa faute C'est nous, Nous sommes devenus fous N'oublies pas de lui dire qu'en laissant voler ton c'ur, Elle trouveras l'amour ailleurs Et tu ne vaut pas ses larmes,

There's a silence in a room and it is killing me Speak your mind So out of reach Won't you speak your mind? But you won't tell me why Go and lie in the bed you made Keep all the words for the ones who play 'Cause I'm getting tired of the guessing game

Don't tell a lie on me I won't tell the truth 'bout you The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Thirty millions later, my future favors Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated My day shift's been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of

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