Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I'm leaving here without you on me Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin' 'Cause I want you bad Yeah, I want you, baby Slow, slow hands

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I'm leaving here without you on me Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin' 'Cause I want you bad Yeah, I want you, baby Slow, slow hands

And it's coming closer Stranded in this spooky town Stoplight is swaying and the phone lines are down Floor is crackling cold She took my heart, I think she took my soul With the moon I run Far from the carnage of the fiery sun Driven by the strangle of

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let

'Round and 'round they go Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Than to get down in a hole 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Rather be strapped and ride with a pole Champions, we run the city Number one, they fallin' from the top 'Round and 'round they

Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine 20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down Bitch I be covered in Bape Now I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down Got my own money, pussy nigga I did

From a great height What's that? What's that? You don't remember Why don't you remember my name? Off with his head, man Rain down, rain down Please could you stop the noise

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot better with you up in it So baby you a song Yeah, when I

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all