217 - Curb Service

I'm feelin' low, no place to go and I'm a thinking that I'm gonna scream Because a hotel all alone is not a rock and roll star's dream But just when I'm about to shut the light and go to bed A lady calls and asks if I'm too tired or if I'm just to dead for (Room service) Baby I could use a meal (Room service) You do what you feel (Room service) I take the pleasure with the pain I can't say no My plane's delayed and I'm afraid They're gonna keep me waiting here till nine Then a stewardess in a tight blue dress says I got the time But just as I'm about to take my coat and get my fly She says "Oh please", she's on her knees And one more time before I leave I get some (Room service) Baby I could use a meal (Room service) You do what you feel (Room service) I take the pleasure with the pain I can't say no, no In my home town, I'm hangin' 'round With all the ladies treatin' me real good A sweet sixteen lookin' hot and mean says I wish you would But just as I'm about to tell her "Yes, I think I can" I see her dad, he's getting mad All the time he knows that I'm in need of (Room service) Baby, I could use a meal (Room service) You do what you feel (Room service) I take the pleasure with the pain I can't say no (Room service) Baby, I could use a meal (Room service) You do what you feel (Room service) I take the pleasure with the pain I can't say no I can't say no (Room service) Baby I could use a meal (Room service) You do what you feel (Room service) I take the pleasure with the pain I can't say no

When it's dark, You light it No way can we deny it Your love so sweet It knocks us off our feet We get so weak in the knees, we can hardly speak (We lose) We lose all control, Lord's spirit takes over us (Takes over us) In a daze it's been so amazing (amazing God) It's not a phase, we want You to stay with us by our side We follow Your light, Your love is so sweet It knocks us right off of our feet Can't explain why Your love, it makes us weak We throw up our hands and surrender to what you're doing He's changing our lives in such amazing ways Whenever we feel Your presence, we can't stop moving It's a feeling that we want to stay 'Cause our heart starts beating triple time With thoughts of loving You on our minds We stand on Your word, believe it's true That the cause and cure is You We get so weak in the knees, we can hardly speak (We lose) (Control)We lose all control, Lord's spirit takes over us (Takes over us)In a daze it's been so amazing (Amazing God) It's not a phase, we want You to stay with us by our side We follow Your light, Your love is so sweet It knocks us right off of our feet Can't explain why Your love, it makes us weak We get so weak, blood starts racing through our veins We get so weak, Lord, it's something we can't explain We get so Something 'bout the way You do the things You do It knocks us right off of our feet Can't explain why Your love, it makes us Can't explain why Your love, it makes us weak Can't explain why Your love, it makes us weak

Go Grizz Pooh, you a fool for this one B-B-Bankroll got It I don't sing R&B but, bitch, I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas? How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (the fuck?) I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas I hang up the phone on niggas (click) You ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch) Every time y'all book me with them hoes It's gon' be big drama (grrah) 20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt) I just want a one on one, don't know why she so nervous (boop) Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect (tuh) Anyway, body count so low, I might say I'm a virgin (ooh) Any day, I could switch my car just like I switch my purses (skrrt) Andale, quick to cut him off if he don't serve no purpose You a clown and I'm allergic, niggas straight up out the circus (haha) It's the nerve for me, these niggas burnt, they third degree He callin' tryin' to work it out I'd rather make him work for me (the fuck?) He can't tell if it's authentic or it's surgery Please, Lil Nas X the only nigga curvin' me I don't sing R&B but, bitch, I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas? How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (the fuck?) I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas I hang up the phone on niggas (click) You ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch) Every time y'all book me with them hoes It's gon' be big drama (grrah) 20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt) I just want a one on one, don't know why she so nervous (boop, ha) Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect Tell the truth, oh, I'm not that cute? Bet you won't ask your boo He get money, I get money too, like, who gon' trick on who? (Who?) These bitches corny, soon as monkey see, then you know monkey do Do you rap or do you tweet? 'Cause I can't tell Get in the booth, bitch (bitch) Stop all that motherfuckin' yellin', ho (yellin', ho, why?) 'Cause I ain't buyin' what you're sellin', ho (sellin', ho) Think I'm the shit? Bitch, I know it, ho Jesus walked on water, I got ice boilin' though (aha) Miss me with that sucker shit, I'm not your baby mama Blocked his ass on everything, he in my DM's writin' albums (skrrt) Better hold your nigga tight, 'fore I make you come up off him Say two wrongs don't make a right, but I'm the type get one up on 'em I don't sing R&B but, bitch, I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas? How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (the fuck?) I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas I hang up the phone on niggas (click) You ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch) Every time y'all book me with them hoes It's gon' be big drama (grrah) 20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt) I just want a one on one, don't know why she so nervous (boop) Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cau- my nigga say I'm perfect (tuh) Tuh (20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service) Anyway (anyway) Come on (fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect) Tuh