Oops, oops, ooh Fuck a nigga's bitch, I'm like, "Oops" (oops) Pass her to the gang, nigga, that's an alley-oop (oop) Ridin' 'round town in an all-white coupe (yeah) Gang of bad bitches blow a nigga like soup (yeah) You was buyin' Polos, I was buyin'

Nothing can stop Uh huh, oh yeah From the bells of St Mary To the Count of Monte Cristo The sins of Memphisto Sally used to play with her hula hoops Now she tells her problems to therapy groups Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a rake Wondering if

Oh baby, baby I'm not that innocent Oops, I did it again I played with your heart, got lost in the game Oops, you think I'm in love That I'm sent from above That is just so typically me Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

On the day we fell in love Dancing on the hood in the middle of the woods Of an old Mustang, where we sang Songs with all our childhood friends Oops I got ninety-nine problems singing bye, bye, bye Hold up, if you wanna go and take a ride with me Better

The issue on the table, France is on the verge of war with England And do we provide aid and troops to our French allies Or do we stay out of it, remember My decision on this matter is not subject to congressional approval The only person you have to

The troops are on fire! Ah, oh come on! I'm trading just a little more Step on it, electronic I'm much deeper, a sleeper Messiah for the animals And watch out! Ah!

Oops, baby, I love you Oops, my baby, you woke up in my bed Oops, we broke up, we're better off as friends Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do And when I think about the way you touch my body You've got me singing This could be my

Money on the floor just like some shoes Woke up with my toolie, what it do? Meet me in the alley with the troops I got red shooters, I got blue Let that thing down then point at you Bentley or the 'Rari, hoe, let's choose We gon' the rob the bank, bring

Feelings you provide I know it, I know it I'm the only one out here on the night loops Eyes low, chin heavy shoegazer Moonwalkin', R.I.P. Stanley Kubrick You had you some birthdays, could you prove it? Show me the wisdom in your movement Show me some

I can hear her smile as she sings As she submarines The rope loops 'round her feeble feet Before the dawn Breaks on her sorry grasp In a blink and in one motion Rope constricts