I just got paid I'm broke, but I'm ballin' Don't know where we're goin' We go in when we go out Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that I should grow up some day 'cause I got bills to pay I can't be waking up at someone else's place I know I drink too much,

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

For a minute you can use my love, my love, my love I will leave it up to you my love, my love, my love We don't have to be afraid my love, my love, my love I don't need to know your name You're in free fall Got me on hold, but I keep waiting for you Do

I know you're wondering when Someday, somehow I'm gonna make it alright but not right now (You're the only one who knows that) Nothing's wrong just as long as you know that someday I will How the hell'd we wind up like this Why weren't we able To see the

Get the firehouse Whoo, hoo, yeah She's like bad weather but it seems so good You'd never leave her but you know you should She'll adore you and she'll floor you With her wisdom and her vision And you'll love it and think of it Till you lose all intuition

A little bit longer and I'll be fine You don't even know, know, know And every time you smile, you laugh, you glow But you don't know what you got till it's gone And you don't know what it's like to feel so low Got the news today Doctors said I had to

I'm so complicated, I know I'm so complicated I'm so complicated-cated Now you know I still want ya (I know) I’m so complicated But whenever I think of you with someone else And I got no excuse, I forgot you, and Still want you But I'm so complicated, I

Always lose it in the end I don't know How I can let you go How will I let you go Yeah, I said too much again Yeah, I pushed too hard again And I wanna start, but when Stupid once again You wanna be my friend

(I got the, I got the power) Just 'cause you're packin', packin', whoop, down South You're the man, but I got the, I got the, I got the power You make rain, but I'll make it, I'll make it, I'll make it shower You should know, I'm the one who's in control

I won’t stop till I get to the top I’m so I’m so Becky from the block Always had a little, but I want a lot No matter where I go I know where I came from Yo, first grade, Oak street elementary A few blocks from the Inglewood cemetery I lived through hard