I just put you on a wave I could put you on a wave Follow me into the ocean You will never be the same You're pretty as the ocean I'm coming with the gang So you need to get out our way The ladies love it when I sing The niggas love my abilities

Oh when I make it there When I make it there As long as you know that when I land you're mine And you will never feel so pretty And you will never feel this beautiful And he can't make you feel this pretty Hoo hoo hoo

Years will do the walking Time will tell you baby what you can't hear now I'll just find a comfy spot and wait it out Time will do the talking I hated being your fool And make a pretty memory out of my disgrace Oh baby don't you know that the Time will

Everybody knows I'm here I know I'm here And I'm the hoochie-coochie man Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun Gonna make these pretty women jump and shout And the world will only know a-what

Once there was a way And I will sing a lullaby. Once there was a way, To get back homeward. To get back home. Sleep, pretty darling, Dot not cry Golden slumbers,

We get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower Together we go Oh, miss believer, my pretty sleeper Your twisted mind is like snow on the road Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder Inside your head than the winter of dead

I know what it is You know that you want it, baby When the night is through, will I still be loving you? Drop dead legs, pretty smile, Hurts my head, gets me wild Dig that steam, giant butt, Makes me scream, I get nuh-nuh-nothing but the shakes over you

Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did She a pretty young thing and ain't got no kids She be like, "Slow down daddy ya that ain't too big" And you know I'll beat it

The land of opportunity where everybody stay Welcome to LA The girls are pretty, sun will shine three-hundred-sixty days But I don't always feel that way, today I need some gray Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away I just told

"Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." Will I be rich?" When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty?