And I don't go giving up There's a little devil in us all Swear everybody in this town just wants to see you fall Baby, it's no fun, so know it's just a game, yeah Oh, keep running outta love When I'm running outta love, love No, let's say I've had

The man with the plan, I ain't playing, I'm 'bout business Lil Kodak had to get it off the Land, talking Disney You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney Floating on a Xan, swear to God it got me dizzy Project baby, I remember eating

Spending our time like we are millionaires Singing our hearts out standing on chairs Laughing our heads of, the two of us there Millionaires Ooohoh ooohoh If time was money, yeah we'd be worth a fortune I swear you may think you're rich You could have a

I'ma go be a man, 'cause you forgot that I wear the pants Watch me get these girls on the floor, get 'em asking for more I'ma go do my dance, 'cause she forgot that I rock the pants Watch me as my jeans sag low when I walk out the door I've tried

They hold no quarter They ask no quarter Close the door, put out the light No, they won't be home tonight The snow falls hard and don't you know? The winds of Thor are blowing cold They're wearing steel that's bright and true They carry news that must

Connie came back from her second cousin's wedding First time she'd been home in 'bout a year or two Just in time for the rehearsal dinner But that crazy Connie wasn't wearing any shoes She lives in L.A. she flies to New York City That woman's been around

Will live for you before I die But if I can I swear that I Maybe I said the right things wrong But one last shot was too far gone Maybe I pushed you way too far To pull you back from where you are Find my way home I’m out here on my own I’m giving it a

Yeah, the way you treat me so bad 'Cause it doesn't faze me I must be out of my brain Hallucinating I must be out of my mind I wear a 36 long, white is my color A little tight in the shoulder Out of my mind, be going crazy Girl, well it doesn't phase me

Nobody move, nobody get hurt He said he want me to join the army No way, I ain't gonna do it Natty don't nyam dirt The youth them just a dress up in a white collar shirt And some of them wear it till it resemble dirt Turn out your left pocket A searching

And I hear this calling still you don't seem so far at all And I hear this calling out My strengths been tested I wear the scars that prove I secretly crave, crave that scent again Still feel it pressing on me now Now with the onset, my flesh is