At night she's screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" A little bit psycho Oh, she's sweet but a psycho Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though Grab a cop gun kinda crazy She's poison but tasty Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away"

I’m alright (I’m alright) Can nothing stop me now Man I’m so blessed (I’m so blessed) I got the Lord on my shoulders Ain’t got no stress (Ain’t got no stress) My people with me they celebratin’ the life We livin’ life (We livin’ life) Now sing it with me

Swan, swan, hummingbird, hurrah We are all free now What noisy cats are we? Night wings, or hair chains? Long, low time ago, people talk to me The whiskey is water, the water is wine Girl and dog, he bore his cross A long, low time ago People talk to me

Mo' money, mo' problems So I'd rather be broke And all my people say, whoo Mo' money, mo'-mo' money 'Cause all I've ever been told Mo' money, mo' problem 'Cause every time I see you, I be screamin' "Hallelujah" But you're all about the Benjamins, I see

I'll be thinking about you baby Here's to the good life or so they say All those parties and games that all those people play They tell me this is the place to be All those beautiful people and nothing to see Sometimes I feel like something is gone here

Tell me why Why do people lie? Lying only breaks their hearts And tears their lives apart Making them cry Even if I try Even if I lie to little babe I know she'll never leave me She'll stay by my side

People help the people And if your homesick, give me your hand and I'll hold it Oh and if I had a brain, Oh and if I had a brain I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts That turned all those

And mama’s good eats And wonder on repeat There's soo much history in my head The people I've left The ones that I've kept Have you heard me on the radio, did you turn it up? On your blown-out stereo in suburbia? Could be playing hide and seek from home

All we need is little action If it's only but a fraction (What I say) People to see, even me Man with a little got more of a plea He's cryin', I don't know Time at last, laws to pass Can't be a few got to be a mass A-tryin' got to go

Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son Who will dance on the floor in the round People always told me be careful of what you do And don't go