Ugh... It feels good If it feels good don't even fire again, you know Get up man, real talk in New York for u man Ooh, (Fabolous) Its all eyes on me like mister straw So they wanna f**k you right in the door Chicks coma around and put chest in the chore So i ain't a playa that need a assist to score Any messes with shore The criss on that craw Climb on a couch kick off the Christian Diors I don't pop till a spend my pist on that boy But i do it again if you miss me before Its no big deal I have so a big will And them little cars with so big wheels Put a little box for them all big steels Pretty little chicks and none's big heels to me, i never give o's Most girls are diggers who aint going never hit gold I get under the sun when the weather gets cold 8, 4, 5 when the 7 gets old (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun U can run No need for conversation No need for conversation (Fabolous) Now see you the type uhh, You gets me hyper Maybe 'cause your chick is like me. But i'm a black cars whiper Thats just tighter And u ain't give a damn like me. They say i'm the sickest since car the droped The girls jumped to a quick demz car is hot Its the truck with the 20" star in stops That have im not blowin If he staying to going The stairs at the ear will be saying he's glowing And they like my style in the way i been trowing But thats when im boddered and they say that im blowing Now you could make the choise if u're staying or going Girl, We could go any place in the world In the jet whole 12 so we space ass hell, girl Nobody in the streetz is gonna hear That you given 40.000 feet in the air. (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun U can run No need for conversation No need for conversation (Fabolous) Most lanes track allongs Brack some songs But cant keep with up like a bag of done's Keep frontin like you spend But your bag is lighter and lighter then micheals skin But the other hand Im the kind of brother man With 50.000 of ice just the butter hand Bentley, braclend, rock yourself a fan In the zone that the teller time in them other land Girls spred them legs ain't day im pragnum Its the most to got, neon magnum In the 22" with some brother who's schine Thats why everbody want a mother like mine A bralley be, with a walleys be That aint bigger dude's thats smove since balleys be Girl you need to make your move The eagles i f**ked by the lakers crew Haha (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun U can run No need for conversation No need for conversation (Chorrus) Aye, Aye Stop that mamma Can't u see that i'm a east-coast fellah? Aye, aye U most missunderstand i don't spend all that bend night over Aye, Aye Why u looking like before i'm gun U can run No need for conversation No need for conversation

Forget about it Ever get outta here, I doubt it Maybe try again, you're bound to have better luck Paranoia Maybe it's just the powder up your nose Givin' up, it's just a door that's never shut Crackin' up, I guess you're not that type o' nut Hang around a while, you're bound to forget your promise Nadja, darlin' Tell me all about the other girl inside your bed My love Darlin', I'm on this lonely road so long I don't know livin' from the dead Thought that I might get a little head La-la-la Nadja, baby Found a strand of your hair and ate it Couldn't throw away this thing you left behind Love's half-life Evaporates like water in the blood Feelin' homesick, I just stepped out of the room Crackin' up about this lonely afternoon Hang around a while, you're bound to forget your promise Nadja, darlin' Tell me all about the other girl inside your bed My love Darlin', I'm on this lonely road so long I don't know livin' from the dead Thought that I might get a little head La-la-la Nadja, darlin' Tell me all about the other girl inside your bed My love Darlin', I'm on this lonely road so long I don't know livin' from the dead Thought that I might get a little head La-la-la Nadja, darlin' Tell me all about the other girl inside your bed My love Darlin', I'm on this lonely road so long I don't know livin' from the dead Thought that I might get a little head La-la-la

Amoral but not evil Sick of fake democracies No one will fuck the ugly robot Samael owns history My thinking is done by your machine Can't escape the 20th century Handing in my resignation At the ministry of alienation Not heaven just California Escape with you or from it all Terraform a hostile wasteland Like the rapture in reverse My thinking is done by your machine Can't escape the 20th century Handing in my resignation At the ministry of alienation