(feat. Lady GaGa) heyy yeahh ahha i don?t think your ready think your ready oh no but ima ready but ima ready ima ready for sho (x2) i mean what can
a hopeless hand That points the blame And it's just like you It's just like you Drifting to the edge Underneath a marble sky, When I caught myself In the desert of your
analogue I hardly knew ya the high end sloping off a thing of beauty take hold, my little ones my minor key sonatas show forth your looping grace no one here can take your
best, No come to show you - who's the best ?!!? Just looking for a positive way to protest, Looking for a constructive way to contest ! So much things to say kept inside your
No come to show you - who's the best ?!!? Just looking for a positive way to protest, Looking for a constructive way to contest ! So much things to say kept inside your
there) Your body turns me on I swear Can't resist I want you much Come here let me fill you up with love Girl you know your (Always) On my mind (Day &
minks be swingin The way the pinky-ringin, link be blingin, you think we slingin? I wanna see the roof of your coupe, sittin behind ya 18 inches and up, no sittin on minors
diamonds clear of floss Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche (Cain) I'm young but I'm damn near a boss And of course your boy ride with a thing in
the salt, the bitter, the sweet Of every encounter, of passion, of heat Your riotous color, your fragrance, your taste Have thrilled my senses beyond all haste In your
world, we are the wasted youth, and we are the future. let's get this party started and rip the place apart. cut the brakes, text your mates let's tear
Either with or without his girl Cause I browsed down, his fingers curled Like it's his world (its the inevitable, it's going down!) [Bridge] [Chorus] (w/ minor
be I be on that Peter Pan in NYC You needin me? then hit me Commitment? No not really And shawty don't be silly we not trippin off your history This a
down, clown So many wanna' be down, with the illogical ark Steppin' through your cave-boy crew Your nest of war, with your bald hair-do! Media weapons
t know what they mean All you are concerned with is greedy man's green Sportin your medaillons, cause they matchin with your outfit Your posse's wearin
You're de ninth person to see To be suspended in a seventh Major catastrophe It's a minor point but gee Augmented by the sharpness of your See what I