Yeah Jack Daniel's kicked my ass again last night Always thought this heart was made of steel and bulletproof But the memory of her taillights fading just breaks it right in two They say every Superman has got his kryptonite I got a reputation going

Girl I've been waiting all night to see you dance like me And you gonna sweat your outfit out, trying to dance like me (Now let me see), Ah ah ah, now freeze, like me, oh Haha, I get it down on the dance floor Watch this, hey You don't even know girl You

You’ve got a fire in your eyes Something burning off inside Hold on (oh) Hold on (oh ah) When I don’t understood They all know good for me Latest on your smile It seems that you dicrease

All night long! (all night) We're going to party Karamu, fiesta, forever They're jamming in the street Let the music play on (Play on, play on) Come on and sing along! Yeah, I said, everyone you meet All night long!

The men don't know, but the little girls understand I'm a back door man C'mon, yeah, yeah, c'mon, yeah I am a, yeah, I'm a back door man Hey, all you people that tryin' to sleep I'm out to make it with my midnight dream, yeah 'Cause I'm a back door man

I'm on some shit right now Cash out on a wip Yeah I might fuck a nigga bitch right now Counting grams and stacking Franklin's I'm tryna get rich right now Hey I'm on some shit right now Pull up on that bih like skrt skrt skrt Bitch get in right now Feel

Are you smelling that shit? The only thing that's ever stopping me is me, hey Then know that my life was just a killer dream, yeah Eau de résistance Some princes don't become kings You only get what you grieve I testify if I die in my sleep Even at the

위 아래 위 위 아래 위 아래 위 위 아래 위 아래 위 위 아래 자꾸 위 아래로 흔들리는 나 Why don't you know don't you know don't you know 확실하게 내게 맘을 보여줘 Why don't you know don't you know don't you know yeah 위 아래 위 위 아래 up (Hey, baby boy) 빙글 빙글 빙글 돌리지 말고 넌 (Hey, baby boy) 아슬 아슬하게 스치지 말고 넌

They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you

Glory days, glory days Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days well they'll pass you by Well alright oo yeah Well alright come on now I had a friend was a big baseball player Back in high school He could throw that speed ball by you Make