Red Mercedes beam, it's a different type This shit so clean, I put that on my life With my niggas in my red Mercedes Attitude like fuck you, pay me Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out If the ladies show up, then we show out With my girl in my red

I'm already someone else's Don't know how I ever let you go I was young, didn't know 'bout love You were wild, couldn't get enough If only, if only you were mine Guess I had my last chance And now this is our last dance You fell through the cracks in my

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Say what he means Communication Think what he say Maybe on Monday he got something to say They want to get a statement for jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to

Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of

I'm gonna clean the house The drastic steps I've taken Are just an act of desperation I knew no one would miss me, so what the hell? I fought, and lied, I drank too much Hurt everyone I've ever touched And just how much I've hurt you, it's hard to tell

You're all killers. I have found the strength of gods in me. This is so unstoppable. Hard as nails, Hook that holds, Reach down and find the strength of many in you. Always fucking pushing me,

I'm livin' that boss' life (life) But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life See, me, man, I'm nothin' like you I got the kinda swagger that you ain't used to I'm leanin' in my ride, fo' fifth, cock bangin'

We all need somebody to lean on Lean on me, when you're not strong And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on For it won't be long 'Til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on You just call on me brother, when you need a hand I just might have a problem

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,

You're killin' my vibe (killin' it) I-I'm too fly to fight Can't afford my price This a white tee (clean) Bitch, bite me (hey!) I'm on the high (I'm on the high) They on the low (they on the low) Get out my zone Said, I'm on the high (I'm on the high)