"Looks like I've lost my will to carry on my friend", she said. And you can hear it in my whispered cries for love. I need your blissful talks to carry me away again.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh. Call me a playa 'cuz I crush a lot. And I make that money, 'cuz I make it hot. And we use to kick it, shoulda neva stop. . Girl you know what's up.