Keep it moving, don't stop Just to remind us 'fore we lonesome You can have it anytime you want to hold some You play your cards right, baby I'll be ready to go (I'm ready to) You play your cards right, baby I'll be ready to go (yeah) Now all I need is

When the sun goes down and ain't nobody around, I'ma be there And when you tryna find forever and you lookin' in the clouds, I'ma be there I would've saved it all, if it's gone and all lost is lost, yeah And when you look up in the stars, hopin' I Could

Oh, but if you want to win it You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

Paycheck, won't you take my blues away? Yeah, I've been waiting on you since Monday And it's work, work, work And I need a break Won't you take my blues away? Straight from the bank to the honky-tonk Burning a hole I'm gonna spend it, yeah 'Cause I

There's a hole in my soul Take a walk outside your mind Take a look and you will find That's been killing me forever It's a place where a garden never grows Yeah, I should have known better 'Cause your love's like a thorn without a rose Is it over?

Gotta flex hard, yeah, ooh Gotta shine hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 35 chain 40 stacked chain, yeah Gotta stunt hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 30 stacked chain Woah, oh, city to city and skrr (skrr) Woah, oh, I'm lookin' like a merchant

Ooh, she may be weary And young girls, they do get wearied Wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah But when she gets weary Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah You know she's waiting Just anticipating The thing that she'll never, never, never, never

So deep as the night draws in And we'll be slow honey lovers 'til the clocks go forward again We can hide under sheets, under heavy covers Again, again, again yeah Darkness bleeding in, the sun is getting low No diamonds in the trees, only leaves of gold

Fuck do you mean, "Why I showed up?" I don't need your poison 'round me Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yeah, shimmy yeah I'm nice if you don't fuck around Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All of these boys, they callin' me pretty Who's your producer? Producer is Timmy

Take it out on me And put your lips on mine Let me take his wrong And make it right this time Yeah, you can just come over You ain't gotta call You always got a shoulder anytime it all goes bad When you're 'bout to break When you're mad as hell