I'm looking for a mixed girl Oh, I can't believe it But you really got sex appeal, so I really gotta keep it real Shorty, I want my fix, I put you on my list, I want you on my wrist cause And we can make it a night to remember, I won't lie to you baby

On the news tonight Well mama said It's just make believe You can't believe everything you see So baby close your eyes to the lullabies A billion people died on the news tonight But not so many cried at the terrible sight Who's the one to decide that it

Fuck the ru-u-u-ules Ru-u-u-ules Ru-u-u-u-oh Last night, I lost all my patience You were fucked up, I was wasted Midsummer madness I can't take it no more, no more Rules, rules, rules Make it make sense

You know it's you that I love, you that I love, oh You make me proud I wanna tell the world about you now So let me say it loud, loud Can't be quiet, no Can't deny, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No I swear I'll never let them bring you down Kisses to

One more try I still can't believe you found somebody new How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt We've heard it all before, that everybody knows How to make it right, I wish we gave it one more try 'Cause everybody knows, but nobody really knows

How high's the water, mama? How high's the water, papa? Two feet high and risin' Three feet high and risin' Four feet high and risin' Five feet high and risin' She said it's two feet high and risin' We can make it to the road in a homemade boat That's

Oh, maybe you're the right one Ooh, and now I understand You could've slipped through my hands Well, I just can't wait anymore There's a chance we can make it We just gotta take it Endless are the nights I stay with you Endless are the dreams

This heavy crown To everyone who said I'd never make it Oh Lord weren't you mistaken You can't always please the crowd But I am still not bowing down It comes and goes around And when it's time, I'll pass it proud But bitch I got it now I'm at the top

God knows at least we try Oh, God knows We will get up and grow We can make it just in time We'll march on 'Cause every time when we fall Oh, oh, God I know I won't be on my own Even birds don't fly alone

African idea Make the future clear And we are the scatterlings of Africa Copper sun sinking low Scatterlings and fugitives Hooded eyes and weary brows Seek refuge in the night They are the scatterlings of Africa Each uprooted one