Your heart don't stand a chance Don't it feel like it's been far too long, girl? Arms, legs slapped around you Arms, legs keep grabbing It feels like it's been far too long Ooh, champagne foreign dime Ooh, champagne let it fall down Ooh, champagne,

Because the night life It ain't no good life but it's my life When that ev'nin' sun goes down Yeah, you'll find me hangin' around Yeah, yeah, yeah listen to the blues Listen to what they're sayin' Oh, please listen to the blues Listen to the blues

I'm driftin' and driftin', like a ship out on the sea My ship ain't got no captain, my ship ain't got no crew I look around for a savior to search me from the hungry sea Nobody seems to want me Except the wide and open sea Doin' that tide dare blow me

When the devil come a callin' I ain't gonna be around, Well the devil may care, You toss 'em back and be a man, With the last time, End of it all, end of the line, End of the road,

Boasty, boasty, Godfather, man a OG Man a half humble, man are boasty It's looking at my kids, like I'm boasty Fling a ragga riddim like it's '03 Boasty, house on the coast G My money so long it doesn't know me I fly around the world 'cause I'm boasty

Now this is all that we have left You were supposed to save me From myself The wall that I have built to keep you out is starting to rust Because everything around me just reminds me of us. I am an addict for dramatic, black hair and pale skin. Yet I'm

I've been around the block a time or two Done almost everything a boy can do I've done some livin', yeah I've had fun But there is one thing that I haven't done I want to know how forever feels Big orange ball, sinkin' in the water Toes in the sand,

Where's that space of fear you hide? Have you gone way beyond the center Out there in space I know you need to get even Tell me the one about the hand that holds you down Because the bruise on your face, it always seems to stay around And tell me the one

It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story, same old story Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low Coincidental murder, with nothing to show When the judge's

Com, commotion Git, git, git, gone Traffic in the city turns my head around No, no, no, no, no Backed up on the freeway, I'm backed up in the church Everywhere you look there's a frown, frown People keep a-talkin', they don't say a word Jaw, jaw, jaw,