Turn the party up Drink the good times down Little buzz in a cup Will hit ya get ya space bound Sip a little whiskey come on baby kiss me Let me get a drip of your frisky gypsy And when ya hit ten bump it to eleven Tonight we gonna fly with them 747's

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! When you're all ready say go, okay You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' couch, Rick James nigga Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon' wild, pop a

I know all about the honor of god, I've got bases to cover Melody walks through the door And memory flies out the window And nobody knows what they want 'til they finally let it all go Six o'clock on a Christmas morning, And for what?

And there ain't, no No one can change it No one can do it better than yourself I'm like, oh I hope you know you're not alone in that hell Oh, oh I hope you know you're not alone in that hell I got the letter back Saying I can come and see you I really

I'm better as a memory than as your man I move on like a sinner's prayer Letting go like a levee breaks Walk away as if I don't care Learn to shoulder my mistakes I'm built to fade like your favorite song I get reckless when there's no need Laugh as your

And I just can't take my eyes off you So lay here beside me just hold me and don't let go This feelin' I'm feelin' is somethin' I've never known I know that the bridges that I've burned Along the way Have left me with these walls and these scars That

My ego, is big as Heathrow Yup this a lethal, easy as a free throw Yes this negro, is rather lethal You about as lethal, as a mojito Be my amigo, eat my burrito You a fuckin' seagull, up in Francisco I'm up in a Regal, still in my pea coat Murder's what

Who they want you to be Who they wanted to see If my velocity starts to make you sweat Then just don't let go Get up and go Just leave the party with me and never go home But you'll just never know 'Cause the emergency room got no vacancy (Go) kill the

And I love you so much I'm gonna let you I'm not calling you a liar Just don't lie to me I'm not calling you a thief I'm not calling you a ghost Wraps itself around my tongue As it softly speaks

Catch me if you can I'm in the jailhouse now Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman Hey, hey Mr. Policeman Bet I can drive faster 'n you can C'mon hoss lets have some fun Go on shoot me with a radar gun You look bored and I sure am I got a 75 Firebird trans am