Ain't this a pity, people ain't this a cryin' shame I'm gonna retire on the delta, layin' out there in the Fallin' rain Well you know it's nine below zero, she put me down for Another man Gave her all of my money, all of my love and everything I gave her

Before I tear, tear out my eyes I am awakened I'll just admit they're part of me (they're part of me) The storm is coming and I have a choice To accept nature or lose my voice Shall I scream and plead for nothing Or build a roof over my head? I mourn the

But you’re in my head I do it for I do it for you Now you’re in my head And it’s outta my hands When you’re in my thoughts I don’t wanna pretend And I lose control, with you I do it for

Yeah o yeah Basic instinct I'm a black black dad I'm a black black dad See I was out buying Chanel bags While I was doing that you turned up your swag, you got me Yup, call me slippin forget your hustle on, shawty I ain't trippin I been in the game since

Nos vamo' pa' tu casa Nos quedamo' en la cama Sin pijama, sin pijama Si tú me llama' Si tú me llamas Baby, hoy no vamo' a dormir (no) Baby, hoy no vamo' a dormir (uh-uh-uh) Que no traje pijama Porque no me dio la gana

I've got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks I've been drawn into your magnetar pit trap trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you

Only fools do what I do, only fools fall Only fools fall for you, only fools (Only fools) I see swimming pools and living rooms and aeroplanes I see a little house on the hill and children's names But everything is shattering and it's my mistake Only

And the sun will rise Dawn will break through the blackest night Distant in its glow This shall pass be still and know In this struggle Are we dead or alive? Freedom is not existence It's why we survive Shake our grief

All: Boom shaka-laka-laka Boom shaka-laka-laka Baby baby baby light my fire. All Repeated: Higher! All Repeated: Boom shaka-laka-laka Boom shaka-laka-laka, Higher! Freddie: Feeling's gettin' stronger Larry: Music's gettin' longer too Rose: Music is

He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game And she tell him that he's crazy I'm your wife Ah, but I won't play to lose He's burning the grass