Xans gon' take you Xans gon' fake you (yeah) Xans don't make you (you) And Xans gon' betray you (what? Yeah) And if I die don't miss me (ayy) I wish that bitch just kiss me (ayy) (You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat) Ooh, I pop a Perc' when I'm

You know she's gonna make you cry, you know she's gonna make you cry Ooh, you know we're lovers in the night It's just the soul that matters, and keeps her satisfied She'll have you wishing that you had her come your way to shine It's just the soul that

You know kids, I wish every mom and dad would make a speech to their teenagers and say kids, be free, be whatever you are, do whatever you want to do, just so long as you don't hurt anybody. And remember kids, I am your friend. I would just like to say

And we got three more days 'til Friday I swear I wish somebody would tell me Ooh, that's all I want Is taken for weakness Now I'm FourFiveSeconds from wildin' I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin' I'm tryna make it back home by Monday

Sweet hour of prayer Sweet hour of prayer That calls me from a world of care And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief And oft escaped the tempter's snare By Thy

Kinda makes me wonder Why you playin' with me? Do you think of me? So I'm waiting for the sun to come up Take me for a ride in your Beamer Ain't gon' stop 'til the stars are above Wish that you would talk to me 'Cause I don't really know just what to

Now you know, now you know That I'm a bad liar, bad liar So look me in the eyes, tell me what you see Perfect paradise, tearin' at the seams I wish I could escape, I don't wanna fake it Wish I could erase it, make your heart believe But I'm a bad liar,

End over end I'm circling Stop me so I can begin Burn all the candles out Make a wish but not aloud Relive the here and now See you now and then

I’ma get up in your mind right now Make you feel like dying right now I’ma make you pray to God To the good old Lord for a sign right now To the good old Lord I'ma bring it back to the basics Everything is fine, everything is so fine I wish you would, I

'Cause it's a shake down A bunch of gangstas strapped So make a wish now When they come wavin' them ghats Ya know to lay down And give em all ya got Do I make myself clear