Home alone and happy Nothing brings me down Full of wine and steady Nothing brings me down What's left of the rain runs down my roof Nothing brings me down The night is lush the air is still Nothing brings me down Dum dum dum dum dum dum The windows are open, the flies are in Nothing brings me down The phones are off the music's on Nothing brings me down Dum dum dum dum dum dum Home alone and happy Nothing brings me down My love for you is ready Nothing brings me down My love for you is ready

You were mine for just a while Now you're puttin' on the style And you've never once looked back At your home across the track You're the gossip of the town But my heart can still be found Where you tossed it on the ground Pick me up on your way down Pick me up on your way down When you're blue and all alone When the glamor starts to bore you Come on back where you belong You may be their pride and joy But they'll find another toy And they'll take away your crown Pick me up on your way down They have changed your attitude Made you haughty and so rude Your new friends can take the blame Underneath you're still the same When you've learned these things are true I'll be waiting here for you As you tumble to the ground Pick me up on your way down Pick me up on your way down When you're blue and all alone When the glamor starts to bore you Come on back where you belong You may be their pride and joy But they'll find another toy And they'll take away your crown Pick me up on your way down Yes, they'll take away your crown Pick me up on your way down

Gin$eng! Yeah, she keep callin' my phone Yeah, I'm a strong arm! Yeah, aye, turn me up bro! She keep callin' my phone Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm Weiland off the drugs, go so hard All my pieces bust, got some new cards Loaded clip, automatic firearm VVS chains with the gold charms Servin' all the fiends, we got bars Put him on the xans, he a retard Pull up to the scene, so avant-garde Run off with the pack, I'mma get paid Had to run it up, do it my way You lookin' for a friend, you too late They just want what's on my plate No I can't hang, you too fake Pockets full of knots, pockets full of weight I just wanna fuck, we can't date In love with my Glock, got a dinner date And my jeans, yeah, they Number (N)ine When I'm off the lean, yeah, I'm in my prime I don't want that bitch, she ain't worth a dime All your diamonds fake, they not genuine Need a band if you want my damn time Fuckin' with a real one, wait in line Diamonds, they reflect, diamonds, yeah, they shine Wanna be my savage, I'mma make her mine Runnin' to the bands, yeah, I'm seein' signs I'm a star child, all the stars align Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm Weiland off the drugs, goin' so hard Weiland off the drugs, goin' so hard Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm Weiland off the drugs, goin' so hard All my pieces bust, got some new cars Loaded clip, automatic firearm Yeah, yeah, yeah Get my nine on, strong arm Get my nine on, strong arm Off the drugs, goin' so damn hard

There's not another woman in the world that compares to you It's a feeling that's so sincere, it's a feeling that's true There's not another woman in the world that compares to you That compares to you There's a time and there's a place, I thought it was a phase I just think you should know that, I love your mistakes It's your flaws that make you great, it puts the other girls to shame And if I could go back, I never would change The way I behaved, the way I dealt with pain I'd do it all the same, just for you 'Cause she has eyes to die for I'm fazed by her face I would wait, many days I've lied, I've cried, I'd fight for you There's not another woman in the world that compares to you It's a feeling that's so sincere, it's a feeling that's true There's no another woman in the world that compares to you That compares to you

Let me take you home, yeah I'ma only tell you by the one time, come on Put my Rolex on, you just gotta put it on like Yeah, you got it Stop it What's up in my pocket? Any opps pocket watchin' I jugg, ain't had no option Got big Prada in the closet Plenty Patek watches Everything I do, they copy I'm the trendin' topic Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Walkin' out the bank, we sayin' ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Walkin' out the bank, we sayin' ha-ha Ricky, no Amiri, bitch, this shit so serious These bitches delirious, these racks mysterious Ain't with Bloods, on period Pop a Perc', I'm furious Bad bitch a Sagittarius Packrunner experience I do fraud, it's glorious She give head, victorious Pay me with them bands Started out from nothin', then I came up with some bands Bitch, I had that money before I got an advance, ha I can't trust nobody (I can't trust nobody) I can't trust nobody, uh, I can't feel my body Off this Perc', can't feel my body Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Yeah) Pop this Perc', make me twerk on a bitch (On a bitch) In the club, walk around with my stick (With my stick) My pieces hittin', yeah, your pieces lookin' brick (Alright, alright) When I walk in, bitches starin', they take pics (Alright, alright) My pieces hit and your shit lookin' like some tap water We ain't worried 'bout you comin' like a backorder I feel like Apple 'cause I was sendin' out the MAC orders (Bang, bang) They shootin' niggas in the head and off the back border Choppa size of a dwarf, where is Snow White? (Snow White) And I be gettin' the same color as a go light (Uh-huh) Give that bitch my slim jimmy, ain't got no type (Ah) You'd think she rented how I gave her back in one night (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sos' baby) Pull up, kill everybody, buy a casket for 'em Say she lookin' for the boss, well you ran into him Now you got him in your presence, what you gon' do for him? That lil' nigga missed his shot 'cause he got stupid form (Dummy) Niggas wanna be in gang, tell 'em sign up All these hoes be tryna see where you gon' wind up Brush my teeth and flame a blunt when I wake up Tell that bitch I'm good, but good ain't good enough (Uh-huh) (Let's get it) Stop it What's up in my pocket? Any opps pocket watchin' I jugg, ain't had no option Got big Prada in the closet Plenty Patek watches Everything I do, they copy I'm the trendin' topic Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Walkin' out the bank, we sayin' ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Walkin' out the bank, we sayin' ha-ha