Get your sexy on (go 'head be gone with it) I'm bringin' sexy back (yeah) Come here girl (go 'head be gone with it) Come to the back (go 'head be gone with it) VIP (go 'head be gone with it) Drinks on me (go 'head be gone with it) Let me see what you're

Bring me back, bring me back to life Honestly she's the only one that's watching over me Gives me oxygen when it gets hard to breathe And if I'm wrong or right She's always on my side And if I lose the fight I know she'll bring me back Bring me back

Crossing a dream Crossing a dream with my old lost care Its smell brings the dead memories back 7 a.m. dusty road I'm gonna drive until it burns my bones

Throw that money in the air and say yeah Throw that money in one hand and say yeah And say yeah In the back of the club with a stack full a dubs Drop it low like a pro, bring it back, that's what's up All my dogs up in here, plus there's hoes everywhere

Love of my life, can't you see? What it means to me Love of my life Love of my life, you've hurt me You've broken my heart and now you leave me Bring it back, bring it back Don't take it away from me, because you don't know Love of my life, don't leave

I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses Had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that the streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross Y'all can keep y'all weak beats,

And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead Temple to the brain from the TEC Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nigga Shaka Zulu new do with the TEC Don't you tell anybody that the

Gotta get to me, gotta get to me You gotta spread your wings and start flying Like a drop of rain, gotta find the way Don't hit the brakes, just come and crash through my horizon Bring back the air, I need to breathe, baby You gotta get to me The night

It's a bring your own booze contribution We got beer and good old boys, good old girls Gettin' backwards in a backwoods world Sunday morning we'll have a get-right reunion Oh, but tonight it's on, pass the jar around Get so far gone we come unwound We

Can you be appeased? Can you bring it all back to me? Bring it all back to me It's all that I want I'd been carving you To see what form you'd take You were hiding in ivory I just wanted to free you shape Bringing me down, its too quiet to breathe Who