So hot out of the box Can we pick up the pace Turn it up, heat it up I need to be entertained Push the limit, are you with it? Baby don't be afraid Imma
Broken Pieces, break into me So imperfectly what you should be I don't want you to go Don't wanna see you back out in the cold Air you're breathing out
What a night for a dance, you know I'm a dancing machine With a fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene I get lost in the night so high I don
Police car with a screaming siren Pneumatic drill on ripped-up concrete Baby wails, a stray dog howling Brakes screech as lamp light blinking That's
It's more fun to compute It's more fun to compute
Been thinking it over Been waiting to tell you Got the sum of your face Been thinking of you Can't wait any longer Just gotta get to you Gotta get in
Well, she got her daddy's car And she cruised through the hamburger stand now Seems she forgot all about the library Like she told her old man now And
Trans fixated on the big blue screen Your window to the outside, a melancholy dream A medium upon which you build reality This episodic currency that
Smacked back tarmac stars Are scars of fame In the place where no one knows me By my name Where tar pit drips its drilled out vein And fashion trips
(Rick Ross) My passion for money and women is everlastin aint no limit to how much we spendin aint it fantastic but my champion so high in the club (
You make me feel like I don?t need another Come on, baby, let?s pull back the covers And do our best to help one another Find out how much fun we can
They?ve been spending most their lives Living in a pastime paradise They've been spending most their lives Living in a pastime paradise They've been wasting
This is fun day Yours and my day This is fun day, dee ooh, wee ooh This is fun day On a fine day When the air is filled with tweeting birds that sing
I got to go, got to leave Something's missing, that I need I need to find Whatever it is that's burdening in my mind I know mother will understand, yeah
[U-God] Once again... Through the storms... I gotta stay strong Take deep breaths, hold on long, bring the harm with no regrets, on my chest, let me
In the mist of all the laughter stop and face yourself See that mirror on the wall, oh, foolish one Tell the image in the glass top Do you kidding now
Uh huh, yeah This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers Of course, athletes in the struggle [Incomprehensible] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Some get a little and
You'd think I would know All the answers for the questions before I roll But I spent to much time thinking and I spent tomuch time doing Its time to go
