alive Keeping the fires bright It's somewhere to call your own Don't get me wrong I'm hoping you come to town Looking for higher ground Somewhere to call your
all alive Keeping the fires bright It's somewhere to call your own Don't get me wrong I'm hoping you come to town Looking for higher ground Somewhere to call your
end Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and
Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let
No one has called but my homies and some bill collectors Celluler rings, somebody wants to borrow money I two way her, she don't hit me back, somethin' is funny So I called
one has called but my homies and some bill collectors Cellular rings, somebody wants to borrow money I two-way her, she don't hit me back, something is funny So I called
im doing wrong well lock me up, so im gone i love the party (love the party) love the club (love the club) i want your body (i want your body) not your
back, I don't quite Understand how you can sit in my house On your ass, got ends to get your hair done But can't buy your own grass oh girl Whatchya
no shorts Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch and hit you with levels beyond your control My momma never
takin' no shorts Smokin' on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch And hit you with levels beyond your control My
you'd believed in was a hoax You put your faith in front of those demons And when the smoke clears, the truth appear The fight for your life, the struggles
Get your own, get money Get your own, get money Need no broke, broke boy tryin to holla So get your own, get your own, money So get your own, get your own
and everyone goes crazy. You rock-a-bye your baby 'round 'til everything gets hazy. Hush-a-bye, I'm gonna buy you this and that, you hear your daddy sing
somewhere when your new love calls And if he asks if you hear his music playing Tell him it's the rattling of old bolts and chains That held your heart
my own But you, you keep on calling on my telephone And I wish I could show you somewhere better Better, better, better to go To somewhere else Somewhere else Somewhere
somewhere exotic Take you all around the world, fulfill you fantasies I can make you love me, I'll be everything you need That's your girlfriend? Yeah
