Off-White, alright Pop a Xan, goodnight (ooh) Off-White, alright (ooh) Off-White, alright (alright) She kept lookin' at my ice (yeah) Off-White, alright (woah) Off-White, alright (yeah) She kept lookin' at my ice (bang) Off-White, alright (bang bang)

You know you fit the position From the first time I saw you Say she waan the work Girl let me see your application Make me employ you Let me see your application Let me employ you Ya, oh oh oh Ey no no no, oh woah

Woah, livin' on a prayer Woah, we're half way there Take my hand, we'll make it I swear It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not We've got each other and that's a lot for love We'll give it a shot Once upon a time not so long ago Tommy used to

Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah I didn't have you under my tree this Christmas But I had you all over my wish list You're not under my mistletoe The weather outside is cold Lord knows I tried Under my tree this Christmas Oh-oh-oh-oh (Ear drummers)

Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah) Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay) Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay) Had to cop the Audi,

Get off my dick, woah Singing this song yeah Hollywood Cole Ay let me tell you 'bout it My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way

Live so fast, I never take a pause (oh, woah) No more talk, we're kicking down the doors Everybody saw me taking off (taking off) Fuckin' what they say, party hard (party hard) I wouldn't trade this life for anything, it wouldn't be the same (same)

Up on the mountain I see down below Woah-oah-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oah-oh-oahh It's easy to lose yourself I know Can't hear what you're shouting, I'm deaf to your show It's easy to lose your self control Everybody gets high, everybody gets low Life can be

(We'll be forever loving Jah) we'll be forever (We'll be forever loving Jah) We'll never be blue Woah-oh, ya-ya-ya-ya, oy-oh Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Oh (we'll be forever loving Jah) Some, they say, see them Walking up the street

Gettin' high, chillin' with my bros Gettin' high, blazin' with the bros And you know I got a gang of pre-rolls Talkin' 'bout these hoes, yeah Tryna dodge these hoes Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woah, oh, woah It's gon' be your favorite song