A ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-genius 'Cause I love a woman like you He's a genius I'm a ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-genius Oh my god, baby baby don't you see-e-e I got everythin' you ne-e-ed I got everything you ne-e-ed What, what you say?

Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes Oh oh, Daniel my brother you are older than me Do you still feel the

Why you do me wrong When you wear that dress Oh, my heart just can't take it anymore When you act like this It's like your mama never taught you how to love So let me teach you Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my God Dance with that body, girl 'Cause everybody

I waste my time whenever I like I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover 'cause I walk dead or alive With my whiskey hangover Oh yeah yeah O what if I never wanna be sober? So what if I wanna be numb all the time? I can't justify why I'd wanna go slower

Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want Oh goddamn, diamonds all in my fronts Like 7 AM I was fucking your love 11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch Aye, I told that bitch I count my cake, bitch get out my face .45 on my waist, boy get out my

Oh my god, look at my Roley Too much sauce Look at my squad, like holy moly Look at my squad Nah, come on T, man Not even chatting to these bruddas, man They're boys, man, baby boys Still got Oysters and that Not even oyster perpetuals

(Final dictvm) I taste like blood I smell like victory (Oh my God) I smell like victory Repent repent It's all the same Bow down to a god so your life is saved Revenge revenge This punishment

You must be famous, famous Welcome to your name in lights You can't spell fame, without me And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet Like "Thank God, fuck fame and thank me" I'ma be on the TV mama Different city every night (oh my God, I must be

I'm swinging with my eyes closed Fist up in the air Oh like we don't care Only god knows how far it goes Got my hair down a wide open road Summer's here, bring it on Another year, one more beer, another song Comes on the radio, so loud and clear

Bitch I am up, bitch I am up Bitch I am huh, bitch I am up Thank you very much I'm way too good at this shit I don't even really gotta try no more Oh my God, Ronny Okay, Xans for her dinner, uhh Bag from Margiela, uhh