I would do anything for you And I would do anything for you Unconditioned, unconditional love I’m talking unconditioned, unconditional love Unconditional, unconditional Not in words, no I really mean it Let the whole damn world declare war on me Just for

It's indie rock'n'roll for me It's all I need In a clutch I'm talking every word for all the boys Make it up, break it up, what do you care Indie rock'n'roll is what I want It's in my soul, it's what I need Indie rock'n'roll, it's time

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

Everybody's talking about heaven like they just can't wait to go Saying how it's gonna be so good, so beautiful Lying next to you, in this bed with you, I ain't convinced 'Cause, I don't know how, I don't know how heaven, heaven Could be better than this

Sit back, relax, just ease your mind, just ride You are now watching MADtv Real niggas do not deserve pussy Meaning it's more, you see right through walls Ain't talkin' about pussy Meaning you deserve the whole box of chocolates Forrest Gump had a lot

Don't you be afraid to Let me elevate you Welcome you to super, duper, Jupiter love I think it's time we a trip to the bed (bed) Girl yo body's talkin' and I'm lovin' what she said (she said) I think it's time we take a trip to the bed (bed) Girl yo

He's Misstra know-it-all Give a hand to the man With a plan Got a counterfeit dollar in his hand You know damn well he's got the super plan Playin' hard Talkin' fast

Lady writer on the TV Just the way that her hair fell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the TV Lady Writer on

Everything's corrupt Everything's fucked up Everything's bout a buck, we shit outta luck Blood used to be thicker than water Now it depends on what kinda water you talkin' about Niggas'll kill they momma over that almighty dollar Yeah, you know me, Super

It's real people Yeah, yeah, you know how me and 'Ye do Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' Often it's beef this city never does People walk and talk in they sleep Cold sweats and wet dreams On how to get green our faith is all in a