[Adam Levine] My heart's a stereo It beats for you, so listen close Hear my thoughts in every note Make me your radio Turn me up when you feel low This
I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct Yes, yes, hi, hi I like your bass, I like your bass Your beat is nice, your beat is nice Yeah, that's it,
just your position Thought control ghost written confessions Two dimensions dumb your head down Duck don't look now company missiles Power is raunchy, rent-a-cops
beat me with her handbag 'til I could hardly speak I was lying there naked My body badly bruised In a pool of my own blood Unconscious and confused Well the cops
it would come to this (Outcome is different than I expected) Never did I think it would come to this (Outcome is different than I expected) Bright cops
deaths Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest I tried to call the cops
seen Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate, Crown me King Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired Eyes pitch red but da beat
like Khalil Muhammad MC's make me vomit I get controversial Freak your style with no rehearsal Ooo, contraire mon frere Don't you even go there Me without a mic is like a beat
city at night, with the ? and two mic Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs Head back to Brooklyn in the Expo Back on the block, I see the cops
say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott Body rott, body rott Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops
the summer all four season's we stay workin' ride with a g' come and slide with a g' with the true's on the lac we can ride to the beat light it up, let
the bend, oh what the dum, dum I got yum Yummed on the dead end they set in, then they lead in They wanting me off in the coffin Cops from everywhere
peace to the S C Ts and the one big thug on the glock Pump blast fa the cash, then I mashin' wid gas Gotta dash away from the cops, not lettin' no pause
haters, cops and fakers Come with the drama, nothin' can break us Everytime that I turn around Gotta watch my back from these haters, cops and fakers
me sleep Stay on the grind, get mine, stayin' down for my crime And I hit up the nine nine, givin' up that 1lello Makin' me sale, twenties, nickels and dimes Beat
the beat Creepin' up my block I'm already knowin' a nigga wanna do me So I stay strapped (Don't pose for the cop) Crooked cops, they gonna harass me
you will know what I mean I'll be the thuggish ruggish nigga on the block With two glocks it don't stop I bust one time and muthafuckas call the cops
don't get nothing else To the end I'm steady flipping Fucking the world til' they give Bone props Nigga, you got knocked on blocks With rocks, beat down by the cops