I'm on a roll No self control I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine Don't know what I want That's all that I've got And I'm picking scabs off my face I'm on a mission I made my decision To lead a path of self destruction

You're going to find someone If it's too much pressure, babe Maybe I'm not the one for you, baby If you gotta question me, babe Think of all I've done for you, baby I said I know that That's ready for you Teach me a lesson, babe Teach me a lesson, baby

Bye-bye, girl There’s a road I gotta find Called the gypsy life I miss that life Like a good old friend Until I’m back again There’s a dream that’s still alive It will take some time A long, long time

Can nobody hear me? I've got a lot that's on my mind I cannot breathe Can you hear it, too? Maybe if I fall asleep, I won't breathe right I said it before, I won't say it again Try to hear my voice You can leave, now it's your choice Maybe if I leave

When you gonna give it up to me So back it up deh, so pack it up yeah Cause I wanna be the man that's really gonna have it up And mack it up andslap it up yeah So what is up yeah you know you got the sinting I Nna me pants a develop and a swell up and

I can make a thug cry, tonight There's something 'bout you Baby we got to Give it all that we got for the moment Watch me make a thug cry, tonight Cause that's how true love is supposed to be ain't it When it feels so good it shakes all your belief, baby

Keep on chooglin' Maybe you don't understand it. But if you're a natural man, You got to ball and have a good time And that's what I call chooglin'.

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

They call it jazz, man That's the way they do it That's the way they roll They shake it down, down, down One, two, three He plays so sexy to me Three, four, five, six Kit's got some brand new licks Six, seven, eight

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