1: Andy Samberg, Akiva into my crib, everything smell

of your mother hanging on the wallSets my mind

shout it loud, but I can't hear a word

love, sweet love, trapped in your loveI've opened up,

I look up from my pillowI dream you are

not important to youI'm not important to youTo youI'm not

the matriarch of your landWhen you need to take

girl in the fast laneNo time for love, no

we crazy?Living our lives trough a lensTrapped in our

we crazy?Living our lives trough a lensTrapped in our

girls don't get hurtCan't feel anythin', when will I

two, three, one, two, three, drinkOne, two, three, one, two,

another one bites the dustOh, why can I not

love, gimme love, gimme loveGimme love, gimme love, gimme

boyWhatcha got for me, whatcha got in store?Hey boyDamn

don’t like my hairYou don’t like what I wear, I’m

1: Paris strike the night you leftI don't think

can't sit through your sufferingThe pain swells and there's

love, let's loveLet's love, let's loveLet's love, let's loveLet's love,

1: shout it out, but I can't hear a