I just got one question that you might not be ready for But I really gotta know Does it feel, feel like you never gon' find nothing better? Soon as you hang up the phone Does it feel (does it feel, does it feel, does it feel) feel like you never gon'

I'd like to know when she's not with me If she's still true to me I'd like to know when we're kissing Does she feel just what I feel, And how am I to know it's really real. Oh, tell me where, the answer lies Is it in her kiss or in her eyes It's a

Maybe if I act like that (Stupid girl) Stupid girl Push up my bra like that That guy will call me back Porno paparazzi girls (yeah) I don't wanna be a stupid girl (uh-huh) Stupid girl! Stupid girls

I heard it! I need you! Hey, Sam, I need you! Yes, classic on-camera moment, alright I'm not gonna drive for, like, eight hours I'll drive for the first three hours And then you can drive right after me, dude Let me take the first shift

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

Your voice has stolen my soul, soul, soul I'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyone I don't have the drugs to sort it out, sort it out With my kid on my shoulders I try Not to hurt anybody I like But I don't have the drugs to sort Soul soul soul

Who taught you that, huh? Dolla boy, who taught you how to ball? Dolla, I wanna ménage à trois Dolla you so damn handsome Huh? Who taught you that? Huh? Who told you how to buckle up when you ride it? Like six flags in the bed, body rollercoast Who told

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow I'm tired of being what you want me to be Become so tired, so much more aware By becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you Every

You got niggas and I got bitches I want you, to turn up on me Every night when I see you Better recognize when I see you I really want you, you, you Hit the club for you, you, you Even look like Lauren London too I be tripping, but this money ain't Hit

'Cause they ain't never seen a war like me. Son of Sam. Goddamn, I might be the son of Sam. The only child of a holy man. I stand alone for all to see, (Goddamn) Son of Sam. Son of Sam. Paint it black and white if you like, And I will catch you, but who