Hey, where you you gonna go go We're off to see the world Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh We don't need to know, oh We don't need to know We're speeding up not slowing We might know we can't win But we're dumb enough to try We're going, there's no maybe

Baby, please, don't go go Turn your lamp down low low You got me way down here Baby, please, don't go go back to New Orleans Because I love you you so Turn your lamp down low; my heart is beating so So, baby, please, don't go go Made me weep and moan You You made me weep and

Gonna grab the yellow pages To dress me up and make me look like someone else instead It's time for my rehearsal, the ultimate reversal You You see, I've got a plan I'm coming back as as a man Find a Davinci of the threads I live on the edge And something has

Oh, walk away She's looking to love you you There's nothing to say Just turn your head and walk away Lord she's handsome as as she flows across the floor Nothing I've seen in my life has ever pleased me more She's got the look of freedom, and it makes you you think

Get rhythm when you you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you you get the blues Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones Get taps on your toes and just get gone Little shoeshine boy never gets low low down But he's got the dirtiest job in town Bendin' low low at the

Where I go go I just don't know When I find my piece of mind I got to got to gotta take it slow. I'm gonna give you you some of my good time. I've got a bad disease But from my brain is where I bleed. Insanity it seems Has got me by my soul to squeeze. Well all

Throw me in the slam Catch me if you you can That you're wearing Tearing me apart New York City blues East side, West side lose Goin' under, rats in the cellar Goin' under, skin's turnin' yellow

Who are rich and troubles are few May come around to see my point of view What price the crown of a King on his throne When you’re chained in the dark all alone I'm as as real as as they come, I follow the rules I'm still in the hood but I probably should move

Ooh (oh yeah) Ooh (it's lit), ooh (it's lit) How low, low low can you you go? She too fine everytime I see my baby like Everytime my bitch comin' out the bathroom Butt naked 'round the house God that ass lookin' But I got a problem with my baby, right

Right, Left, Left, Right Now let me see you you drop that ass low low and go go Left, right, left, right (She make that ass go go) Girl you you know you you look fine as as hell, right? You know I buy you you that Chanel, right? You know I fuck you you like I'm fresh outta of jail,