That's the only time a man should talk through glass to his new son And And you'd have to go back and and teach me me how when I was nine 'Cause my mama couldn't throw a ball even if she had the time Instead of learnin' how to smoke I bet if you'd have whooped my

I bring them things When I pull up they notice me me Come and and talk to me me like Jodeci But don't you you be too close to me me Them goons you you see, let it go for me me I bring them things, I bring them things I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things Mucho bitches,

You You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk) She made me me love her and and I ain’t gonna leave her be Mama, mama please talk to your daughter ‘bout me me I ain’t gonna stand no quitting and and she won’t have me me around If she got me me a ride, she’d be six feet in the

I blame it on your love I blame it on your love, I do Every time I fuck it up I can't help it, I can't stop Sorry, I blame it on your love, yeah Every time you you get too close I run, I run away And And every time you you say the words, I don't know what to say

Hope that cosurmyne Just get out of bed and and forget it man You're getting ahead of yourself again It won't dissapear Hot spell on the roof I'm on Tryna give in to find someone Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah How d'you you do, baby?

Just how much love does it take I stand here ready to break Tell me me, tell me me How much love does it take How do I know when to leave you you alone When to beg you you to stay I want to know To get to you you How do I know if I give you you too much How can I tell you

Searching searching Oh ooh oh (oh) Do you you hear what I hear Can you you see what I see Everybody's crying out And And yet we have no unity My friends always ask me me Mary? tell me me why do you you weep 'Cause I'm trying to get over

Yeah when that summer sun starts to beatin' down And And you you don't know what to do Inflatable pool full of dad's hot air I was three years old Splashin' everywhere And And so began my love affair With all my friends

Send me me your tired Your poor and and broken Send me me your life So I can break you you Whatever you you need Give me me your trust Your faith and and wishes Give me me your life So I can own you

I can't explain it, but you're gonna love this So crazy outrageous, simply unstoppable Blah, yeah, simple Honey, I'm a fine boy, no pimples I've done deja-vu with the dimples And And fuckin' everybody wants me me on their single My mom 44 years with no wrinkles