Don't Worry About It Come and dance with me x 2 Oooohhh yeah. Im feeling good As the world comes crashing down down down My smile is tattooed It means
can tell Light skin top call it blue cantrell Ain't nothin like postin big boy bail and If I don't make it prolly go to big boy jail He ain't even like
I don't gotta tell you Nothin' phony No fake dream to sell you Don't gotta worry 'bout bein' untrue My love's concrete Thus you can't see through *
of the boogie I feel so hell bent, hey, hey It's just an instant gut reaction, that I got I know I never ever felt like this before I don't know what
Style of how the bitches treat a motherfuckin' fly nigga like you? I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one of them I don't trip on hos 'cause I don't
up on it and sh-t will get uglier than an iguana this is only a reminder it's Young Money don't forget it and im Weezy F baby you might find it on a
it (Oh, hoo) The girl, wanna do it, I just might do it Here to walk wit some pimp-pimp clue wit' Mommy don't worry, I won't abuse it Hurry up and finish
whatever it was worth Thought He'd have a big old party, thought He'd call it Planet Earth Don't worry about tomorrow, Lord, you'll know it when it comes
he grabbed my hand And he leaned in for a kiss I couldn't help but think with the stars above It don't get much better than this It was a perfect day
sad and blue I couldn't feel any pain I was worried about everythin' My head began a hell I am runnin' away from myself Too many demons around here now Everybody, I don't
even Alice Cooper. It's a big hit, isn't it, even if it's a piece of -- JUNK, it's still Billy Joel to me. Oh, it doesn't matter what the critics
trade them for we press no limitations Buck, buck, we patient, have all your money in hand Don't worry about credit, forget it, 'cause we don't let it
, get all up in it You Olive Oil and I'm Popeye I'm a hit it like I'm on that spinach Dig it, girl, if you wit it, feel it Yeah, come ride with a thug
can trade them for we press no limitations, buck, buck We patient, have all your money in hand Don't worry about credit, forget it 'Cause we don't let it
McFerrin Used to sing, "Don't worry, be happy" Lord how can I be happy When I don't even know my own family tree Lord? We are the next generation, we ain't
face real nigga blues and it hold your aims you're bold or fold no in betweens console your seems don't blow your creams also don't you loose your dreams
would do what I don't do I need a miracle, I hope I come through I'm tryna work it out, I need a jump soon 'Cause I've about had me enough of not havin
her push the Porsche around a couple times Ohh, we were so the same I don't know why I can't see it baby And it ain't a point to feeling blue You're