Control me (Control me), just hold me (Hold me) I won't fuck you and leave, that's the old me (That's the old me) I won't break your heart, lil' baby, that's the cold me (That's the cold me) Won't tell you that I'll fuckin' leave, thats the bold me

'Cause if you don't then you's a dead man Oh, 'cause if you don't then you's a dead man Oh, just tell the reaper take my soul away Promise to keep up these people head, man You gotta get this fuckin' bread, man You gotta use your fuckin' head, man Steady

Can't we be friends He's going to turn me down and say I'll let her turn me down and say Though he gave me the air He was sigh and wonder why What a flop, this is how the story ends I thought I'd found the man of my dreams Now it seems, this is how the

Born under a bad sign Been down since I began to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all If it wasn't for bad luck, you know I wouldn't have no luck at all Hard luck and trouble is my only friend I been on my own ever since I was

It's all about tonight Good times and the music and laughing and grooving to the band Everybody's getting right No worries, we're rocking all kinds of concoctions in our hands Yeah tomorrow can wait 'til tomorrow Don't bother telling me what I got coming

In the arms of a stranger, pretending it's love And I'm wrapped around your finger, even though I'm knocked up Ah ooh, ooh ooh Bam bam bam bam, bam bam bam bam bam You know space and time wouldn't let you be mine What I've come to understand Is entropy

Oh my god I'm missing you My heart is breaking slowly I've been searching out the window In my world of pallid blue And I keep checking my shadow In an empty room My heart will keep on searching I heard your name sail on the breeze I turned my head to

Show you a side of these two lanes you've never seen Heating it up behind a high beam Ooh, baby you and me, just a-running down crazy Flying high, living careless, on the edge of wild and reckless Hold on tight, I'm 'bout to show you one hell of a night

S-H-I-N-I-N on the funk And listen to the emcees rhymin on the funk We solemnly swear to never bust a style that's bunk So listen to the way that we're rhyming on the funk Now we would like to ask you Have you ever heard this style befo'

I love it when you eat it I love it, I love it You come around No one can do ya the way that I do Boy I wa-a-ant (You) Suck my cockiness Lick my persuasion Eat my words and then Swallow your pride down, down