Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes You

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Make the Yuletide gay From now on, our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who

All your excuses, they're always in the way Do you think that I'm stupid, make a new one everyday But you can't lie, girl I ain't blind If love is just a game you play, well then you're losin' Always stayin' out late, get off at 8 But you come to door at

I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker color Whoa, whoa, whoa When they make a darker color I hope the roof flies off and I get blown out into space I always make such expensive mistakes I know it's just a number but you're the 8th wonder Don't

It makes me realize I got no right to complain I guess Cause right now all I can see It's just been one those days for me Rush hour traffic Always puts me in a bad mood I got chewed out by the boss today And now I'm stuck on highway ninety two Then you

Oh no don't talk about it We made these promises You made these promises We'll make more promises We'll wait for promises No please don't talk about it It goes away

I surrender, dear. We've played the game of stay away But it cost more that I can pay. Without you I can't make my way, I may seem proud, I may act gay, It's just a pose, I'm not that way, 'Cause deep down in my heart I say Little mean things we were

Okay the party, party Me and my kin, we havin' parties on the weekend We have a party on the weekday Pull up in a foreign on a weekday Hop up out the car and let my speaker play My honey say she make you nut in one way She got all the niggas at her but

I'm back in the USSR Back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the US Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my