You wanna be set apart? Burn all of your art repair the wasteful part I'm a vampire in a forest fire Hey! we all gotta keep warm Hey we all gotta keep warm, driving towards the storm Your father was a pervert Face down in the dirt He taught you how to

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

And still I don't understand When you said you'd had enough A little trick I picked up from my father, in one ear and out the other Well, now I guess I should've listened Why's love gotta be so tough Ahh-oh, ahh-ahh Oh, and now I guess I should've

I feel so damn light headed I feel so high, you touch me in light I feel so high, I feel so damn light headed So damn light headed You take my breath away You got me feeling fate I feel so high, you touch me tonight I'm ready for you, I'm ready for life

Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', What you say Hey I got you shakin' that thing like Hell no, hell no, Said her ass so fat, she ain't even tryna tuck it Got her sittin' here fucking like it's nothin', nothin', nothin' You niggas ain't

This shit right here is for you All your faces I can see You all think it's about me I'm about to break, this is my fate Am I still damned to my life, of misery and hate? You will never know What I've done for you What you know Got me through

Forget what your father says I'm throwing stones at your windowpane 'Cause a boy like me and a girl like you Got no degrees and a lot to prove Says that you're wrong for me You're confused about me All the rumours getting through Is it a bad time to tell

Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher You do the bag That's what we on? (Murda on the beat, that's

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

I'm so sorry A son of a stepfather So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go You'll never be loved till you've made your own You gotta face up, you gotta get yours You never know the top till you get too low The sun shines on everyone, everyone love