Baby you can crash my party anytime. You can wake me up in the dead of the night; wreck my plans, baby that’s alright. This is a drop everything kind of thing. Swing on by I will pour you a drink. If you wanna call me, call me, call me you don’t have to

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's gonna be your Frankenstein Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hood He deals out in Hollywood Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames Traded for some powdered goods Jigsaw Jimmy,

Thank God I can breathe, I can be what they can't buy Even when I'm weak, I'm sure it's gon' be alright Thank God I got home, I got food and I got y'all Yes I will survive There will be highs and lows, thank God I remain OK How can I prove them how

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood Dr. Feelgood (Dr. Feelgood) He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's gonna be your Frankenstein I've got one thing you'll understand (Dr. Feelgood) He's not what you'd call a glamorous man (Dr. Feelgood) Got one

Niggas are in a state of emergency The death side, mirror damage of where we are today The life side a vision of where we need to go So sign your death certificate Fuck all, y'all Lisa got him Alright, on three, one, two, three Come on brothers we gotta

I didn't know, baby, I didn't know 'Cause I didn't know, baby, I didn't know But this time, this time Oh, I'm sorry Yeah, I'm sorry Alright, I admit it I fucked up this time, yeah, I did it Always arguing cause you a critic

Cause tonight will be alright Little darling Where you've been so long I've been out here thinking about ya And the feeling's real strong Well the time has come to celebrate You and me girl so sounds great Little darling, come on

Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Swizzy, need y'all to take y'all rags out, man, T.I And let it swang, swang, swang, swang Let it swang,

You don't have to call 'Cause I'ma be alright tonight It's okay girl True playa fo' real, ask my nigga Pharrell uh You were my girl Thought the world of you Gonna boogie tonight 'Cause I'm honestly too young of a guy To stay home

Baby you can crash my party anytime. You can wake me up in the dead of the night; wreck my plans, baby that’s alright. This is a drop everything kind of thing. Swing on by I will pour you a drink. If you wanna call me, call me, call me you don’t have to