Girl, you know you cold like Medusa,
I can tell you been messin' wit losers,
But I got some things I wanna do to ya,
But I know you bad for my future,
I gotta go like somebody callin' me,
Holdin' my heart quit stallin' me,
But first I got some things I wanna do to ya,
But I know you bad for my future.


So cold sayin' things you don’t mean,
Only time we good when I’m in dem jeans,
Either that or bad ain no in between,
But I want ya I be feelin' like a fiend,
Goosebumps every time dat you touch me,
When we up I be feelin' like I’m lucky,
When we down I be feelin like I’m cursed,
Slick talk and attitudes be da worse,
But you love it when dem racks in yo purse,
Nails done hair did girl I see you work,
But u steady playin' wit my top like a jerk,
Heart so cold I got used to the hurt.


Girl, you know you cold like Medusa,
I can tell you been messin' wit losers,
But I got some things I wanna do to ya,
But I know you bad for my future,
I gotta go like somebody callin' me,
Holdin' my heart quit stallin' me,
But first I got some things I wanna do to ya,
But I know you bad for my future.


Girl, you got me hard,
Like Medusa,
From the back, you know I kill it,
I’m the ruler, Iced out, chain on,
Shout out to my jeweler,
Big rocks, big clocks,
Hmmmm Frank Mueller,
He might russel with you,
But I’m tryna be ya future,
If you are scared of the thunder,
Then go,
If you stay, mmmmm Ima watch it roll,
Don’t be shy,
Baby come up out them clothes,
Shawty slow down,
When you wine down that poll,
Left cheek, right cheek,
Mamma shaking fast,Shawty getting money,
And she got her haters mad,
You don’t pay her bills,
Keep them slicks to yourself,
Shawty she a G and,
She don't need nobody else.


Girl, you know you cold like Medusa,
I can tell you been messin' wit losers,
But I got some things I wanna do to ya,
But I know you bad for my future,
I gotta go like somebody callin' me,
Holdin' my heart quit stallin' me,
But first I got some things I wanna do to ya,
But I know you bad for my future.

Girl, you know you cold like Medusa,
I can tell you been messin' wit losers,
But I got some things I wanna do to ya,
But I know you bad for my future,
I gotta go like somebody callin' me,
Holdin' my heart quit stallin' me,
But first I got some things I wanna do to ya,
But I know you bad for my future.

THE TALK OF THE TOWN

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

At last here comes the big day
I’ve waited for this moment
For so long
I’ve got a Broadway opening
Finally things are happening
My way

There will be lines around the block
Stars in limos, famous celebrities
New York’s finest
All come to see me

The thrill, the magic of applause,
Someone like me simply adores
If I’m a hit I must admit immodestly
I had it coming to me

The heights of fame are heady
But I am more than ready
To get there
So here I am at last
I’m going places fast
And I know where

I’ve always been aware of it
One day I’ll be getting my share of it
And I’m gonna be
The talk of the town

The thrill, the magic of applause,
That little old me simply adores
If I’m a hit I must admit immodestly
I had it coming to me and the whole world can see that I’m ready to be
The talk of the town

GOLDEN BOY
Music by Julien VegaLyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega


On the floor of Wall Street I’m one of a kindI’m no ordinary guyIf I sell or I buy I don’t even tryI can make a million dollars in the blink of an eye

Making a fortune is easy for meHow hard can it be?
I’ll probably never get old
Everything that I touch turns to gold


I’m flying high, I’m a fortunate guyBut try as I mightThere’s something that doesn’t sit rightAnd I think I know why


One thing I know that my money can’t buyThat’s love, think about it

Making and breaking and takingDoesn’t matter how big your greed is


When what you need isSomeone who’s pretty and witty and niceWho’s life doesn’t turn on a roll of the dice
Who not so convinced everything has a price
I don’t think twiceThat’s what I need
Making a fortune is easy for meHow hard can it be?Excuse me but I’m on a rollYou see that all that I touch turns to gold
I’m flying highI’m a fortunate guyAnd I don’t know whyI simply don’t burst into songOnly one thing is wrong
One thing I know that my money can’t buyThat’s love, think about it

Making and breaking and takingAll you do is feed what your greed is


When what you need isSomeone who’s pretty and witty and niceWho’s life doesn’t turn on a roll of the dice
Who’s not so convinced everything has a price
I don’t think twice
I knowLove is what I need