Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble darling, Babe you know I've had my share Everyday,

I'll say will you marry me I swear that I will mean it Ooh whoa ooh oh 105 is the number that comes to my head When I think of all the years I wanna be with you Wake up every morning with you in my bed That's precisely what I plan to do Buy you

Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh It must be true love True love, true love No one else can break my heart like you Nothin' else can break my heart like At the same time, I wanna hug you I wanna wrap my hands around your neck You're an

We were born to be together And it hurts like hell To be torn apart To be thrown around I could only be myself with you around Oh, with you around And now there’s nothing left for me to think about Whoa, to think about.

She don't like the lights whoah woh oh She don't, she don't, She don't like the lights Don't wanna share with no one else, Want me to herself She don't like the flash, wanna keep us in the dark She don't like the fame, hated when we're miles apart And

And maybe someday down the road I wanna know you Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh I'll sit back and say to myself I wanna go there where you go I wanna find out what you know Yeah, I thought so I like how you are with me

Rest in paradise Don't cry (don't cry, don't cry) Don't go (why, oh why, oh why?) Don't cry, don’t go Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, whoa Why y'all staring into the clouds Am I rising or they comin' down? I see death around the corner

In the basement, whoa down in the basement Oh, now tell me where can you party, child, all night long? In the basement, down in the basement, yeah. Oh where can you go when your money gets low? And if a storm is taking place, you can jam and still be

Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Ooh) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass And I