I don't want to leave you breathless This is the end of I spend my days looking through pages Trying to find a way to get away from me With love to give that leaves you breathless Now all I need to find a way back inside my mind When will you realize A

I'm gonna make you mine You're hallelujah, Sunday morning All I've ever needed, wanted Underneath this pale moon sky Yeah, I'm gonna make you mine You were made to shine under Southern stars Pure as the mountain rain You're the love songs pouring out of

Ain't talkin' 'bout love My love is rotten to the core Hey hey hey I heard the news baby, all about your disease Yeah you may have all you want, baby, but I got somethin' you need Oh yeah, ain't talkin' 'bout love Just like I told you before, yeah before

Feeling like a fool inside I need somebody, someone Can somebody help me? All I need is some pain Not just for me I need somebody, someone, somebody, somebody, someone I can't stand to let you win I'm just watching you

They wanna see me fall And I will never sell my soul I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before Dream chasing, catching all my goals I don't need these hoes I'm getting money, me and all my woes Play with me, you know is all I want The young niggas

Nothing's right, nothing's wrong Just a feeling I was there, but I'm gone You once said your love wasn't worth it all It's too late, late for this I don't need my heart wanting any more You can't wait, wait for this I was right all along If I tried to

Save tonight, fight the break of dawn Come tomorrow, tomorrow, I’ll be gone Tomorrow, I’ll be gone I wanna close the curtains ‘Cause all we need is candlelight You and me and a bottle of wine To hold you tonight Well, we know I’m going away And I wish, I

Kiss on my, all over my You know you wanna get a peak wanna see my, You know you wanna put your lips where my hips are, Kiss on my, all over my, All the boys think its cake when they taste my, You don't even need a plate, just your face ha! Licky licky

Get a check, run it up Got my pot and got my 4 (got my 4 yeah) Water whip, my wrist got tore (whip whip, yeah) Frontin' work you can't afford (can't afford, yeah) Might took long, don't come up short (come up short, yeah) Call you down and you ignore

I'm a slave to your flesh Woman put me right where I belong Savage and an angel, we call out in tantrum Glad I kept on your throat, we would rather turn down And I think she bankrupt Breathe, breathe I need it, I'm a mess, now Skin on you is always