feel so good, why you so mad?And I'm so

was a summer night (Night)The stars were all alignedYou,

"C'Mon" is a really fun song. That song - the lyrics

Dirt Nasty & boom-boom-boomboxBoombox-box-box, boomboxBoombox, 1: Dirt

walk up to the policeIn Detroit cityAnd I'm like"Excuse

you like my bodyTouch me, touch me, touch me, ta-touch

when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chairTalking

met you when you were drunkYou thought "we just

one was the prettiest? Which one was the wittiest?Which

stoned, sittin' in your basementAll alone, 'cause your little

don't know what I'm doingNobody does, nobody doesThese days, these

nice to meet youI don't think we've met beforeYou're

rules don't need to be written, they're just understoodI

Hell yeahI don’t do laundryI don’t like babiesBut I’ll have a

used to get so distractedLightnin' up all this madnessMade

been my own father, been my own motherBeen my own

a mad man's worldHappens every dayI don’t understandWhy the rules

don’t need you and your brand new BenzOr your bougie

up in the morning feelin' like P. DiddyGrab my

kitten got your tongue tied in knots, I seeSpit