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

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

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

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!

One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, oops Up and down, I think (On repeat, give me a count) The stuff that they know The one on the right and then turn it up while I'm counting One, four, five, six, seven, eight It's too loud

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

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah That is just so typically me Oh baby, baby I'm not that innocent Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I think I did it again I made you believe we're more than just friends

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

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'

General, I salute you I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to And what I don't do, I'll have one of my troops do Nigga we'll kill you I'm ready for combat, a solider on the front line Take me to