| It’s the rap singer, the hook master
|
| Real life convict, son of a gambler
|
| Heart made of stone, and he move so cold
|
| 'Cause my girl up and gone, she’ll be back in the morn'
|
| Go lil' mama, take your drama
|
| Seems like I can’t live without it
|
| I ache and moan
|
| 'Cause my heart is broke
|
| 'Cause my love went wrong
|
| Yeah, another bag and she’ll love me in the morn'
|
| While the bubble over stove
|
| As I was dreaming of a bag, then I woke
|
| You were starting to snore, wake your ass up
|
| Layin' in a bed full of cash
|
| You slowly rolled over and whispered back to me
|
| «That's just the way things have to be»
|
| Hey
|
| What can we do? |
| (Yeah, what can we do?)
|
| What can we do? |
| (What can we do, baby?)
|
| What can we do? |
| (Hey, what can we do?)
|
| What can we do? |
| (Do)
|
| That’s when the change comes
|
| That’s when the game’s done
|
| That’s when the walls come tumbling down
|
| Ah, ah, ah, yeah
|
| They see me gettin' action
|
| Started, it ain’t no fun
|
| Time to grow up and turn it around
|
| Ah, ah, ah, yeah
|
| Hey, what can we do? |
| (Yeah, what can we do?)
|
| What can we do? |
| (What can we do, baby?)
|
| What can we do? |
| (Ooh, what can we do? Yeah)
|
| What can we do? |
| (Yeah)
|
| To make it feel just like it used to feel
|
| If my cup was empty, you could fill it (Yeah, yeah)
|
| I feel you, yeah, yeah, I hear you
|
| To make it feel just like it used to feel
|
| If my cup was empty, you could fill it (Yeah)
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| What can we do, what can we do, what can we do?
|
| (Yeah, what’cha sayin', Nate?)
|
| What can we do, what can we do, what can we do? |
| (Yeah)
|
| What can we do, what can we do, what can we do? |
| (Like that)
|
| What can we do, what can we do, what can we do?
|
| Damn, Nate, you sound good than a motherfucker, man
|
| I need a blowout in my voice, man
|
| Keep singin' that shit
|
| Yeah, you can erase all that, man
|
| Hell naw, we already paid for this studio session, my nigga, hold on
|
| It sound good, bro, where you goin'?
|
| Living gone
|
| Ayy, Nate
|
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Nate
|
| Mmm, ah, ah yeah |