We're heading for the sky And we'll get lost in it 'cause And I will pose if I wanna And I will vogue like Madonna I might not dance like M.J, R.I.P. But I will give the best of me All I want is everything Yes everything too much is not enough I'm sick

With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star (like a porn star) We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) Ice on my neck on 'em (bitch) Fast whips

Horses in the stable, horses in the stable That I can ride, oh anytime (Yeah) That I can ride, oh anytime I told her give somethin' good I might come back I snap my fingers they be on me just like that They know the way that I’m living ain't right You're

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty, holding your hand Walk my way And a thousand violins begin to play Or it might be the sound of your hello That music I hear

Aw aw aw aw You know I can make your night You wanna get it? You got something that I like But I might regret it Me and you, burnin' disaster And you're only a danger to me But the party ain't the same without you That's why you're so good for everybody

The things I used to like, I don't like any more, I want a lot of other things I've never had before, It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored I'm as restless as a willow in a

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't spring I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing Oh, why should I have Spring

Those beers might as well have been poured out Why are you still showing up and bringing me down? Why do I keep letting you get to me And mess up what that's not what's gonna be? You walk right by crashing my high like I know you will You're like a

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living Women, weed and weather (They come for) women, weed and

Weekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,