I need fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun In my life, and I need life In my fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun And I need fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun In my life
time doing It's time to go And I need fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun In my life And I need life In my fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun Oh, I took a walk yesterday
doing It's time to go And I need fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun In my life And I need life In my fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun Oh, I took a walk yesterday
only knows Stay Wide Awake Fe fi fo fum I think I smell the scent of a placenta I enter central park its dark its winter in December I see my target with my
age of 21 A criminal at it’s peak Just walkin’ down the street still is trouble I see Gramblin, girls, go It’s all for fun Got my boy AC to do a small
what I'm still a rock star I got my rock moves And I don't need you And guess what I'm havin more fun And now that were done I'm gona show you tonight I'm alright I
original gangster O.G. original gangster When I wrote about parties someone always died When I tried to write happy yo I knew I lied 'Cause I lived a life
I guess I just lost my husband I don't know where he went So I'm gonna drink my money I'm not gonna pay his rent (Nope!) I got a brand new attitude And I'm gonna wear it tonight I
hanging down to my tummy toes I know it, I'm a stop, I'm trying just like life Yes, I can sing and I can rap And I can act and I can dance And I can
to my tummy toes I know it, I'm a stop, I'm trying just like life Yes I can sing, and I can rap And I can act, and I can dance And I can dress, sign
and thiefs both practice same beliefs So I run and make my own So I don't need grief Now I'm shakin' the rhythm up I always drop chance Cause in cups
awake Fe fi fo fum, I think I smell the scent of a placenta I enter Central Park, it's dark, it's winter in December I see my target with my car and
trapped on the dance floor [Chorus] Oh oh I'm trapped like a ??? I can't get out Can't you see I'm trapped Can't you see I'm so confused I can't get
careers I always ruin what are you pursuin, who in the hell want this friction I'll volt your scene and make you drum machine start blitchin switchin my diction, I
another ex-wife I got a rock n roll house I got a rock n roll car I play the shit out the drums And I can play the guitar I got a kid in New York I
