home, so won't you go home I wanna go home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so nigga go home Verse one: Yo, it's burning in paris, demaris
was a mag-a-net for pretty women And brought up in the city where they exercise their pimpin I fight temptation daily, I could be in Paris chillin With
she started takin' off all her clothes to Lady Paris singin' And I was jackin' her up all night with a lethal injection The way she almost put up a fight
for conch fritters If you want me you gotta show me Fly me to the Staples Center to see Jordan play Kobe G.G Hunter, Tiffany necklace Fly me to Paris
Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease and my hair feels right But what I need to get me tight are those
what you must do, but this ain't the place for you You got no right but if you start a fight We'll be rockin' your head but with our fists instead I'll fight
And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song That doesn't remind us of ?Musetta's Waltz? Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris
a beautiful It's gonna be a beautiful night You got your world together Every thing's lookin' alright Tonight there's no tomorrow This is gonna be the one (Alright, Paris
that I won't treat you right But they ain't sure 'cos they don't know nothing about you You're too secure to ever want to fuss and fight That's why your
Lisa laid her head down for the night. Still the pictures flowed day and night. There's no escape, there's no remission . . . This one's us in Paris,
in the building girl you one in a million my swags on about a billion turning me on like keri hilson now we gone jet to paris i aint talking about ms hilton girl you cant fight
wanna go I started jauntin' things down on a crispy creme sack Everything I'd do if I could leave this place And never look back I wanna do it all, visit Paris
back I was a mag-a-net for pretty women And brought up in the city where they exercise their pimpin I fight temptation daily, I could be in Paris chillin
you stay I can move your home I'm talkin' shoppin' sprees for weeks in Rome We would import 4 in the mornin' we gone Off to Paris to meet Sean I can
Tie me to the track with my ear to the rail But wait for the very last moment to save me Or we could fight on top like a Western, jump from car to car
golden bull at heart though I moved around The balls bounced to the bottom, settled at a small town ?Hey, boy, what's your name??, first day, first fight
, burn away the Christmas tree Best friends sometimes steal the gifts they give He used to chase me round from London town Christmas Day, New York, Paris
so ironic Sippin' gin and tonic, supersonic like Johnny Mnemonic We crash your party, piss on your parade Sip syrup like it's Lemonade From Paris to