I know I'm gettin' hooked on your love Talkin' to myself, runnin' in the heat Beggin' for your touch in the middle Of the street and I -- I can't stop thinking 'bout you girl I must be living in a fantasy world I've searched the whole world over To find

Going home to live Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world Trouble of this world, trouble of this world A man who's genius and freedoms and Ability to communicate and To talktalk, and to touch chords A man who has the ability and the audacity And

Zero the hero Accept the fact that you're the second rate Life is easy for you It's all served up on a gold plated plate And we don't even to talk to you Your face is normal that's the you're bred And that's the way you're going to stay Your head is

On some rodeo man Best thing he ever did was leave ya You better pull yourself together Tina, I swear you're better Than just waiting around Don't talk about him, Tina You gotta get yourself up and dust them boots off Ain't no use in staying sad or

Well, I'm not talkin' bout locking down forever, baby. That would be too demanding. I'm just talkin' bout two lonely people who might reach a little understanding. I'm not talkin' bout knocking out heaven with whether we're wrong or we're right. I'm not

Talk dirty to me Been around the world, don't speak the language But your booty don't need explaining All I really need to understand is Will you talk dirty to me? Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it Got her saved in my phone under "Big Booty"

Years will do the walking Time will tell you baby what you can't hear now I'll just find a comfy spot and wait it out Time will do the talking I hated being your fool And make a pretty memory out of my disgrace Oh baby don't you know that the Time will

Oh yes you are The devil in disguise You're the devil in disguise You look like an angel Walk like an angel Talk like an angel But I got wise You fooled me with your kisses You cheated and you schemed

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

So I wanna know What's the name of the game? Can you feel it the way I do? Tell me please, 'cause I have to know I'm a bashful child, beginning to grow And you make me talk And you make me feel And you make me show What I'm trying to conceal