Pop at you lames 'cause I'm succa proof Don't play no games, boy I'm busta proof Look, I don't fuck what you niggas done I don't give a fuck where you niggas from For you and your mouth go and get a gun Leave you slumped on the scene, that's a hit and

You know I, this is James Brown I'm such a lover of people Because people did so much for me I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind And I feel that he who has been successful Should look out of for his fellow man, his brother I feel that's my role,

Are you happy now? Somewhere in the crowd In a foreign place There's nothing left to say So I shut my mouth So won't you tell me, babe You're a world away You're the only one who can The wash in the weight of your pockets, so deep

Won't keep us apart. I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart, An' all of this distance won't keep us apart, How long can this keep goin' on? Since you've gone, my heart said something's wrong. I'm still blue over losin' you. What else am I gonna do?

Leave my heart out of this I should just listen to my head, 'cause it's the one who knows what's best It tells me not to love you, but my heart says just forgive you You're telling me that this is love but I found, it wasn't really on my side Now I think

To you I'm just a girl Now I know I'm just another one of your Friday nights But I'm no past time, this is gonna be the last To you I'm just a girl, I'm just a call when there's nowhere else to fall Just a number on your wall, In a pretty dress and

She was shorter than the corn Pictures of the farm before us Old men in a gospel chorus Sephia And saddle horses easy on the reins Eighty-one a motor in your mama's seventeen again She's squinting at the dusty wind The anger of the plains You and I were

Sugar mama, sugar mama, Sugar mama, please, come back to me They've been braggin' all over town We done crazy about you Sugar mama Because you ease my worried mind I like my coffee sweet early in the mornin', You know, and I'm crazy 'bout my tea at night

Used to not be allowed in the building But now we on the rooftop Lotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes When you putting in work, that's how it goes Alota shit done change New clothes new cars new things Them same boys that used to be at the bottom Came

You’ve got the wrong song This one’s about a liar and a cheater Don’t know what kind of spell you think I’m under This ain't a "feel-good, everything's fine" sing-along Who didn’t know what he had 'till it was gone You’ve got the wrong girl 'cause I got