I lost my head I must be paranoid And I never thought it would come to this I'm paranoid Stuck in a room of staring faces, yeah Caught in a nightmare, can't wake up
your story like I do But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up
back [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Ok, hello it's da Martian Space jam Jordans I want this shit forever wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest Step up
With my hands up Put your hands up Put your hands up Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight
me anyway Ohhh Waking up beside yourself and what you feel inside Is being shared with someone else Nowhere to hide I don't know why But I know we can make
niggaz from the waist up And I ain't, wettin' no parts you can't touch with makeup Mr. Jacob without the Ladder It don't matter, clap your wake up and
Cause you're my You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I don't wanna wake up from you (Turn the lights on) Either way I don't wanna wake up
again, don't stop now straight to the top now Go 'head mommy make it hot now I need me a love that's 'gon make my heart stop now And what I need is simple
I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy Every night is different pussy since my girl left me And I tried to make her stay
) So I waited and I waited 'cause I knew that you would call Hours 1 hours 2 hours 3 hours not at all If I'm dreamin wake me up 'Cause I just about had
we die And when they put us in the ground, we'll be side by side I never had a girl make me feel like you And every day I wake up, I feel brand new
s no more takin' my love from me [Chorus] [Ashanti] I'm glad to wake up every day without you on my brain (Uh) No more where you're laid up at night
My mind is already made up Sippin' the finest wine It's private jets to Jamaica Everyday that I wake up I look up at Christ and thank Him Therefore He lifteths me up
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
them clothes I know you wanna go and smoke out Stay up all night and go eat at the Waffle House You and me bring your friend that make three I bet I can make
's going down, son Blow the spot up, one shot, yo, check it out Aeiyo son, I get busy each and every day Freaky different shit make you bounce around
that's word on my seed I guarantee to give you what you need One blood everybody like Junior Reid Wake up every morning, yo, I must up seed Nationwide darkhorse make
Rhymes:] Look in case you misunderstand exactly what I'm building Things that I could leave for my children (children) children (children) Now I only wake up