Uh-huh, understand this I don't give a fuck about what y'all talkin' about I ain't tryin' to hear none of that shit Nigga I'ma do what I wanna do When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it And you better hope I don't do it to you Now, I don't care what momma

You ought to be with me If you want to be a friend of mine You ought to be with me until I die Sit right down and talk to me About how you want to be Yeah, you ought to be with me Thinking about what people do Talking about how I love you Thinking

I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit Somebody gotta do it Look, no more interviews I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl I brought sand to the beach Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my

I am your family tree I know your A to Z This is a secret proposition lay your hands on me I see your hands are shaking but My heart is breaking me down Not gonna talk about darlin', its so neighborly I tell you now that I don't understand Why everybody

Please, don't talk about me when I'm gone We're parting--you go your way, I'll go mine It's best that we do Here's a kiss; I hope that this brings lots of luck to you Oh, honey, though our friendship ceases from now on And, listen, if you can't say

Stop don't stop don't stop Giving me things Laughing about it Stop don't stop don't stop I said Walk little walk Small talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street two streets I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings

(Wheel it!) Yeah (Six!) Murda on tha beat so it's not nice That’s Baka, he's a no-long-talker Quick to let the motherfuckin' TEC slam We don’t need to hear about a next man Youts talk down, then they get ran Left them, get dipped from the whole ends

Everybody's talking about heaven like they just can't wait to go Saying how it's gonna be so good, so beautiful Lying next to you, in this bed with you, I ain't convinced 'Cause, I don't know how, I don't know how heaven, heaven Could be better than this

I've got to be that someone that you're with Oh god, I want to be that someone that you're with And I can talk about it all day long till I run out of breath But I still want to be that someone that you're with And I'm pacing by the phone 'Cause I hate

So let’s sit by an English river ‘Til the water runs dry We’re neither saints or sinners So leave your history behind Can we light a cigarette And talk about days gone by? Let’s grab a bottle and take it one day at a time Take it one day at a time Let’s