If mi cyan get a fuck, that mean mi nah give a fuck No way, noooo 'Cause if yuh never did a hitch with di thing, you wouldn’t bruck no day, baby If mi cyan get a fuck, mi nah give a fuck No way, ooh yeah Because that "friend zone" thing deh, a nuh me

You know how froze that is Look at my neck, damn Look at my fist oh yeah I'm a rockstar smash my guitar Diamonds on my fist and on my arms Meek and I don't dress the same, relate in Goyard Frostbite on my pinky ring watch me flex on y'all I get it now,

Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up What we got is Whoa, yeah, that's our kind of love That's right, oh that's right Oh, that's our kind of love You wear your

A touch of the wind and it's gone I grow fonder, girl I grow fonder I wish I could help it Into my window of calm Want only to take the flame To the bridge of dawn It feels just like velvet Ooh then it's gone Yeah, alright, yeah

JULES (repeating) Dialogue Written by Quentin Tarantino -- okay so, tell me again about the hash bars? Okay what d'you want to know? Hash is legal there, right? Yeah, it's legal, but is ain't a hundred percent legal. I mean you can't Walk into a

Your daddy knows you're a flame For you child Your daddy love come with a life time guarantee For you he's the best he can be Oh child don't you know Yeah daddy love you child Daddy love you yeah We were waiting for the bus No-one much around but us

Oh, yeah, I'll still take you home So what do you know? Oh-woah, woah, woah Oh, you know nothing Yeah, but I'll still take you home Well, it's ever so funny 'Cause I don't think you're special, I don't think you're cool You're just probably alright But

(Yeah, I'm free, yeah, I'm free, yeah) But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place,

I won't let go, I won't let go I won't be alright Even if the sun crashes into us And I can be your light Stay with me tonight Oh, oh, yeah yeah yeah You got in so late It's Sunday morning

Throw it back, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh 2-17 on the track, man Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy