Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy the revolution underway (on the way?) No, it's underway (underwear) (He said underwear) (He said underwear that's so stupid) Yeah, yeah I don't really like the fuckin' riddle But if it's an issue, then let's address it, I got other shit to tend to Really with the pen, I'm an issue but it's not what you Saying, it's what you thinking on your mental Never this, you never did shoot Well never could prove My young niggas pull incredible moves Get off the couch, get money like the Everest dude The world tough, boy, don't get beheaded You damn right, I could've never better said it Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy the revolution underway (on the way?) No, it's underway (underwear) (He said underwear that's so stupid) (He said underwear, aight Well, again ha-ha-ha) Yeah, yeah, yeah Tryna make a little meal ticket Put a mil' on a house and crib House of Cards, House of broads Get it in how you live How the fam? How the kids, little son? Getting big, that's your chick? Oh shit I wanna be like you when I get older I wanna try the baking and soda and coke with the cola And dope with the odor Damn shit Look like I gotta bust heads like bruh said nigga Suspect And I don't play muhfuckin nut check, this a gut check After I done killed y'all, imma hit your bitch up and Have a slut fest No Morris Chestnut, bitch nut chest Leave the nigga in the past where the dust is This a 100 round drum, nigga duck this Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy the revolution underway (on the way?) No, it's underway (underwear) (He said underwear) (He said underwear, that's so stupid) Yeah, yeah Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey Leonardo too, you know what imma say Imma make a move, get to it andale Over and under pay, stunt like my mama say I don't really like the fuckin riddle So if it's an issue then let's address it like salad Come on, let us Burger wanna beef with a king Come on checkers, check us, chickity check yourself Before you wreck yo' Niggas slap and dap hands and let the TEC go Disrespectful shit like that, I don't regret tho My nigga just got locked up two Fridays ago Play the McConaughey, now he out of that hoe Fuck the streets, we done conquered divided that hoe Block shots, I am Vlade Divac in this hoe With a 9 cocked screaming hypocrisy tho Finna wild in this hoe, finna wild in this hoe Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy the revolution underway (on the way?) No, it's underway (underwear) (Damn, everything's underway) Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy the revolution underway (on the way?) No, it's underway (underwear) Over there Yeah, yeah, yeah Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah

I wanna be your t-shirt when it's wet I wanna be the shower when you sweat I got to be the tattoo on your skin You lemme be your bed, baby, when you climb in, yeah I wanna be the sheets when you sleep Lemme be the secrets that you keep I got to be the spoon to still your cream I wanna be, the one, that really makes you scream Yeah now, I wanna be your lipstick when you lick it I wanna be your high heels, ah, when you kick it I wanna be sweet love babe, yeah, when you make it From your feet up to your hair, more than anything I swear I wanna be your underwear, ah Oh yeah, I wanna be the itch that you scratch Wanna be your chair, when you relax I got to be your razor, when you shave Wanna be the habit, that really makes you crave Oh yeah, I wanna be your hot tub, when you dippin' I wanna be your bathrobe, ah, when you drippin' I wanna be your coffee, baby, yeah, when you sippin' I just wanna be right there, more than anything I swear I wanna be your underwear, ah, you know what I mean Yeah, I wanna be your sleepin' bag, baby slip inside Lemme be your motorcycle, take you for a ride, alright See what I am sayin' Yeah, I wanna be your hot sauce, yeah, when your cookin' I wanna be your sunglasses, hey, good lookin' I wanna be, I wanna be the one, yeah you sticky, hook in I just wanna be right there, more than anything, I swear Oh yeah, I wanna be your underwear

To my dear, dear mother I leave my only shoes To my dear, dear mother I leave my only shoes By the time you read this I will have died of the blues Scream little choo-choo Bang your xylophone track Scream little choo-choo Bang your xylophone track You can wail all night long But you can't bring her back I've done so much crying The flesh has left my bones I've done so much crying The flesh has left my bones I can play my ribcage Like a xylophone

The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and facts and figures And instructions for dancing But I, I love it when you read to me And you, you can read me anything The book of love has music in it In fact that's where music comes from Some of it is just transcendental Some of it is just really dumb But I, I love it when you sing to me And you, you can sing me anything The book of love is long and boring And written very long ago It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes And things we're all too young to know But I, I love it when you give me things And you, you ought to give me wedding rings I, I love it when you give me things And you, you ought to give me wedding rings

Dance with me, my old friend, once before we go Let's pretend this song won't end And we never have to go home And we'll dance among the chandeliers And nothing matters when we're dancing In tat or tatters, you're entrancing Be we in Paris or in Lansing Nothing matters when we're dancing (nothing matters when we're dancing) You've never been more beautiful Your eyes like two full moons As here in this poor old dance hall Among the dreadful tunes The awful songs we don't even hear And nothing matters when we're dancing In tat or tatters, you're entrancing Be we in Paris or in Lansing (in Lansing) Nothing matters when we're dancing (nothing matters when we're dancing) And nothing matters when we're dancing In tat or tatters, you're entrancing Be we in Paris or in Lansing (in Lansing) Nothing matters when we're dancing (when we're dancing) Nothing matters when we're dancing

Caution: to prevent electric shock Do not remove cover No user-serviceable parts inside Refer servicing to qualified Service personnel Let this be the epitaph for my heart Cupid put too much poison in the dart This is the epitaph for my heart Because it's gone, gone gone And life goes on and on anon And death goes on, world without end And you're not my friend Who will mourn the passing of my heart Will its little droppings climb the pop chart Who'll take its ashes and, Singing, fling them from the top of the Brill Building And life goes on, and dawn, and dawn And death goes on, world without end and you're Not my friend