Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this

Oh yeah yeah, oh ooh oh Falling like the rain so, we ain't running out Falling like the rain so we ain't running out Oh yeah yeah yeah oh whoa whoa whoa Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Catcha' player by the toe If you want to let him go Men be falling like the

When ashes fall the legends rise Whoa (legends rise) It's burning down, it's burning high We burned it out oh my oh why (Legends rise) Legs are tied, these hands are broken Alone I try with words unspoken Silent cry, my breath is frozen With blinded

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 whoa, whoa Wake up fuck your bitch before I pee ('fore I piss) Wash my fucken hands and brush my teeth (brush my teeth) Side arm bitch you know thats right on me (right on me) Red rag tied around my neck, bitch, ooh VVS them diamonds in my necklace

They loving the crew Oh, they loving the crew Got my whole crew blowing like a C-4 They loving the crew ooh, Listen, listen, whoa, yeah, listen, ooh Take your nose off my keyboard What you bothering me for? There's a room full of niggas

(Everything has got to get better) Yeah yeah yeah Hey yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Whoa ho oh oh oh My grandmother suits was tailor made, Sundays Mahalia played

I should've said something Whoa oh oh oh So we board up the windows we used to look through Yeah, I should've said something to you I should've said something to you When I saw you walk away Instead, I did nothing You're gone and it's too late

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,

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown