I know you wanna love But I just wanna fuck And girl you know the deal I gotta keep it real I know you wanna see I know you wanna be In my B-E-D, grinding slowly I'ma rain on a bitch Rollie wrist, I'm the shit

Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing Stuck up on that stage

I know, sad songs Are sad songs, sad songs Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage

You wanna be high for this Open your hand Take a glass Don't be scared I'm right here Even though You don't roll Trust me girl You don't know

Everybody, everybody, getcha roll on And now they wanna get it in on the balcony Getcha roll on, getcha roll on I know you waitin' on me, baby, can you hold on? Just make sure when I get there, you ain't got clothes on 'Cause you gon' ride that dick to a

You know I've been down for a minute And I've been tryna make my way home My way home, my way home And I done got way, way, way strong But I be on my way home I've been rollin' with 'em hitters And niggas wanna rob me, she wanna rob me My nigga, I've

We were wannabe rebels that didn't have a clue In our rock n roll tee shirts and our typically bad attitudes Had no excuses for the things that we'd done We were brave, we were crazy, we were mostly Man I don't know where the time goes Young, young But

I just wanna come make things right I would never think you would stoop that low, you would stoop that low, no And they're telling me this is life I just wanna, make things right I might roll, I know Do you, do you? Aw yeah Fall in place This is amazing

Either you're going to lose your mind People where the weather suits my clothes Tears rolling all down from my eyes Woman you must be stone down crazy Yes I said baby you must be stone crazy Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so dirty baby You must

Gon' make me broke The way you make that tushy roll No I ain't wearin' no cape baby Way you make that tushy roll Betty Crocker, got the cakes baby Come serve it up for me though But tonight I'm your hero (I know, I know) Say she wanna get up Want a nigga