Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) (End what's right and why am I immature?) (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Here's the formula on O, now let's go Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit 'em,

You got me spending all these bands on you Damn girl, I'm hypnotized by how the way you dance girl We in this club but I'm wishin' I was yo man girl I don't care what anybody say You got me spending all these bands on you, bands on you bands on you I

All I wanna do is end up with you (ooh, ooh) End up with you, end up with you Lovin' in the back seat to the radio Wouldn't be the worst scenario 'Cause all I wanna do is end up with you Get home and we're locked out Middle of the backyard laying down

Going in, going in, going in, going in You, you, you, you, you Hate me 'cause I tell you the truth Maybe your friends are confused I'm gonna tell you the truth Go ahead and go Bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan Go, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan All week,

We're broken and damned But together we'll find a way And no longer shall hell awaits We will seek all the light in the day 'Cause forever our love will breathe Close your eyes baby and lend me your finger Together we walk out as one No lonely nights,

Got it like aye Got it like aye boom da da I can’t help myself I could be your drummer girl Move it like this Loving how you put it down with me Move to the beat of my drum

At the end of the river the sundown beams All the relics of a life long lived Here, weary traveler rest your wand Sleep the journey from your eyes A kite above a graveyard grey At the end of the line far far away A child holding on to the magic of birth

It’s the little things that give you away The words you cannot say Your big mouth in the way Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes the end is not coming It’s not coming The end is here The night gave you song

You're driving this thing tonight Just pick the spot, say the word Baby, what you got? We can go uptown, show out Spend every dime in my pocket We can hit the outskirts, red dirt Riding these roads like a rocket You can be my freeway DJ Just tell me

It takes a bit more, yeah it takes a bit more than you Yeah it takes a bit more, yeah it takes a bit more than you Do you wanna dance, do you wanna dance, do you wanna dance And you're a liar, at least all of your friends are And so am I, just typically