Girl just let me know what's good Good, lovin, feel so, numb Ride me, till I'm, 'bout to, cum I see, you are, bout to, clim-ax so, oh girl, don’t be, shy Girl you taste so Hey shawty this what I'm here for, I’m ready Are you downtown when I'm round town,

A happy new year Are you okay? How long till next year? Three and half minutes I'm giving up my vices I'm going back, back to school Eviction or not This week's been so hot That long as I've got you I know I'll be cool

Hey, uh, Grandpa Rick, can we maybe Maybe I can pick what we listen to next? You know We've been in this ship for like three hours now Well, Morty That entirely depends on whether or not you have the mental capacity To pick something I would be willing

I just adore him, so I can't ignore him, The boy next door. How can I ignore The boy next door? I love him more than I can say. Doesn't try to please me, doesn't even tease me, And he never sees me glance his way. And though I'm heart-sore The boy next

I think I'll take a moment celebrate my age End of an era and the turning of a page Now it's time to focus in on where I go from here Lord have mercy on my next thirty years In my next thirty years I'm gonna have some fun Try to forget about all the

Don't cry, little Robin-Marie Goodbye, little Robin-Marie Don't try following me 'Cause you know I'm coming home soon My ships' leaving on a three-year tour The next tide will take us from shore Windlaced, gather in sail and spray On a search for the

I wanna feel joy I love you, mhm Easier to say than mean it these days Joy, for the noise Mhm baby, I'm letting down my hair, up in my car When will we that say we've taken it too far? Baby you're still a joy, that I've taken too much of Let me be it,

Numbing me up, yeah, numbing me up, aye Back from the dead like I'm Jesus Skip to the next track if you think that we are facetious Ruby da Cherry ripe for the season $uicideboy$, yeah, we still breathin' (aah!) I'm the black sheep of this music industry

I'll give it to someone special Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away This year, to save me from tears A face on a lover with a fire in his heart Once bitten and twice shy I keep my distance But you still catch my eye

Gotta find my way back home I've been way too long War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf Past the racism and fake-ism Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs You other rappers mad