I was cruising in a 6-4 with all of my hoes New bitch named Crystal, steady to blow My team way too official, with Chevys and Rolls Ooh-ooh-ooh! Daytrip took it to 10 Two niggas with a pistol that's ready to go Seen the red and blue lights, and I got

Let's jet out, we'll cruise at hyperspeed I got the beat, I got the beat And that's all we need check it out! Moving out nine times the speed of sound Target Roger that scan I've got a contact and locked on Something's going on at the jack slinger

Such a cold blooded love No one knows I'm afraid of your touch But I love it too much You had me on your list The target of your mission All these times you would be missing me Is really guilt admission, baby The game we're playing is addictive

I'm alone and I'm an easy target They knew all along They're not dumb, they were so wrong She's not always fun Hate it now, call when I'm done Pieces fell in place Puzzles suck, laugh in my face Turn and swing the pace

You don't have to be on your own My song is love You don't have to be alone And I'm not gonna take it back And I'm not gonna say I don't mean that You're the target that I'm aiming at Love to the lovers shone And it goes up Your heavy heart

Who knew you’d be hated for being who you are And be a big target for all the insecure There’s a bullseye painted on our chests In the crosshairs of the ignorant But I am not your scapegoat anymore Didn’t forget and you’re not forgiven I won’t forget, I

I don't wanna finish what we started I never should've let you in You thought I was an easy target Now I know who you are, who the devil is You can try to take my salvation You can try to take everything I'm not asleep to your temptation 'Cause I know

Yeah, Slumdon Bridge Mr. Red, Catfish I’m out to bark again, ball cracked on the target, demolish it Don’t jump, I just see, nah, took a swattin', then Think while I jump back on the beat, like I need audiences To speak too like a leech, needs to

Move I will to you If time stands still This was filmed Somehow I see you Move I don't want it babe Left the ranks of targets stuck Skies of blue and birds of yellow Flowers growing just to bloom A million chances of our glances

Better run run run run run (Holly let me out) Holly's looking dry looking for an easy target Let her slit my throat give her ammo if she'll use it Caution on the road lies lies and hidden danger Southern California's breeding mommy's little monster All