my lungs and I'm blowing blubble, blubble, bubble, blubbles It's Saturday night, let's get in trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble So it's about to go down, me
Actually if Kim thought it was about her, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I apologize, Kim. I don't know, I just had temporary insanity... I lost my teeth
I don't care, I was just having more fun than you And I didn't ask for it anyways Now I'm on TV, guess that's not cool Now I'm a sellout but I'm not
And I think I have the key to her secret garden When I seen her, I used to want to beg her pardon But I was scared, I ain't really have the heart And
playboy? Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan I need you to come get wit' me aight? Yeah, I got somethin', I need you to do Call up the rest of the crew, I
I'm a motherfuckin' monster I, I crossed the line, line And I'll, I'll let God decide-cide I, I wouldn't last these shoulders So I, I am headed home
needed time To what I had to do, caught in the life I can't let it go, whether that's right I will never know But here goes nothing When I'm alone in
me instead Trust me, trust me, I think I got heartbreak down I like to wake and go to bed around whenever I like to maybe come and go when I choose But now I'm
like the way they do in movies I'm in a war with this suicidal depression It's not the star I'm trying to call I've been standing on this strand far
, I just I cant I just can't be loving you no more, I love you more than I love myself, Loving you no more, I just I cant I just can't be loving you no
Mrs. I admire Damn. Tell me what I?m gone do Since everything I?m trying to forget is all true Me and all your main girls get along too I would take my
hat will be popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with Pete Rock, let the needle drop I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop taking
I party like a rockstar I look like a movie star I play like an all star I fuck like a pornstar Baby I'm a superstar Always posted at the bar Always
's what I'm seeing under your skin Yeah, you got me hooked You got me hooked You got the look Yeah, you got me hooked You got me hooked You got the look
made up, I-I-I'm ready for ya I'm in control but with you bein a man You don't seem to understand that, I-I-I'm ready for ya I-I-I'm ready for ya (
paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice You
cartwheels Lot of them try to do it but it's not real Wasn't a rapper, then I could've got a pop deal White curls in a hot-pink Hot Wheels Lot of bottles
let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted, she so wasted Tell the bartender send me 20 more cases Geeking like Whitney