We’re dancing on tables 'Til I’m off my face With all of my people And it couldn’t get better they say And it’s all out of tune Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong And it hits you when the lights go on We’re singing 'til last call Such a good

Move like you do Like you love to Legs and your hips Live old Moonlyn When that song hits Damn, you turnin' loose Stars of the southern sky Buzz of the fire and ice M-O-V-E, I love it yeah, I love it when you get that deed

No amount of words will ever express my utter disgust at that fact that you're still alive, at the fact that you still breath. If I had one chance to do anything I could to you, I'de watch you suffer as you beg for help. You don't deserve to live the

Fast life gettin' faster (say yeah) I know you wanna love But I just wanna fuck And girl you know the deal I gotta keep it real I know you wanna see I know you wanna be In my B.E.D, grinding slowly Rollie wrist, I'm the shit (say yeah)

Wherever I roam This piece of home I think of all That you stand for When I'm far away And I can't get through Keeps bringing me back to you Holding on to hope There's no need to fear

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got love for us, but what about last year? I remember what you said behind our back And you sweared to your god that we wouldn't do shit. We are the new kings. I don't forget! Take a look at who's standing before

I am the streets, the future I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future They gettin' money, they makin' hit records, they hustlin' Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos

I wanna be, where you are Shit's 'bout to get real freaky I can feel it Na, na, na, na Shit's 'bout to get real Freaky I can feel it In your bed, or in your car On the earth, or up in the stars Even if that means, going too far At your place, or up in

Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen Stop and listen I'll rock it wicked, no competition on the shit You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it A

So why does it hurt so bad Why do I feel so sad But I keep crying When I don't love you So why does it hurt me so I gotta get you outta my head Hurts so (yeah you do) Why does it hurt so bad Thought I was over you