You’re so money, money, money You got a country road Carolina soul Baby you’re just so homegrown Ooh, I dig the way that you move You shake it down to your roots I did your momma teach you how to do that thing you do Yeah, nothing sweeter than wild I’ll

Stayin’ out all night, stayin’ out all night I had so much champagne up in the club And I ain’t come up here and I ain’t looking for love I’mma leave all my problems out on the floor I’mma drink so much that I can’t make it home So would you take me

You Can Catch Me In The Hood, Up To No Good, With That Mac Like Right Beside Me, I ain't Buying No Niggas, Eyeing My Figures, Deprive Me Of My Life, Try me, I'mma Rip Up Tissue, Homie I won't Miss You, This'll Be The Day That You Dying, Nigga I'm

Alright, Gambino is a mastermind, fuck a bitch to pass the time Mass appeal, orange rind, smoke your green, I'm spendin' mine The beat is witches brew, but beware this shit is potent E.E. Cummin' on her face, now that's poetry in motion Yeah, Gambino

Let's face the music and dance Let's face the music and dance Soon we'll be without the moon, humming a different tune and then There may be teardrops to shed There may be trouble ahead But while there's music and moonlight and love and romance Before

Baby girl hold your breath We about to get so wet I'm about to dive in Swimming in your body, let me dive in You know ain't no running 'round this pool Going under just for you Baby you, watch me stroke Left stroke, right stroke Back stroke, girl there

I am on my way, I am on my way Stand back please Look at me good now, I'm not a fool I am on my way On my way to reach you, babe Gimme what you want Tell me how you feel I am not the one you think Then come around by my side

Wir waren namenlos Etwas sanglos Sind wir immer noch Dafür nicht klanglos Und ohne Lieder Recht wortlos Waren wir nie wieder Man hört uns doch Nach einem Windstoß

This means war Hide my face again, harbor in the shadows Feel this weight of sin hammering away Die, with the guilt of a thousand AWOL soldiers Die, watch the scythe usher me astray I can't go on this way Not as I am today The ugly side of me is strong

A gypsy driftin' down the road I learned quick my eighteenth summer Diggin' ditches for the man You can't be a guitar strummer Cussin' that shovel in your hand Took my paycheck to a pawn shop Bought a silverstone guitar Wrote a song about a beer joint