Got me lovin' you Now you got me lovin' you I had too many girls, it's true But now you got me loving you I got 525,600 women They come around and we take 'em all down Kick 'em out when we finish They cool, but they not like you Baby girl it's just

Is it just smoke and mirrors? I want to believe All I believe, Is it a dream? That comes crashing down on me? All that I own But all that I own This is my word heart breaker, gatekeeper I'm feeling far away, I'm feeling right there This is my word, this

But I see your angel, don't act young and wasteful Come to the garden and let your guard down Come to your senses it will all be clear The star in your eyes, the glimmer in the shadow You are more than able, of cutting through the cable Yeah, yeah (ah) I

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I am riding high If I can touch the sky Say yeah yeah yeah yeah Now I hope it stays and last forever I risk to fall just to know how it feels to fly But wings don't hear me out Don't want to come down

All through the night The day is my enemy, the night my friend For I'm always so alone 'Till the day draws to an end But when the sun goes down And the moon comes through To the monotone of the evening's drone I'm all alone with you I delight in your love

Palms are fitted black and finely tuned He won't come down To triggers that cause bodies that tremble But this mud looks shallow from the beach When we hide behind such ugly faces And the dark eyed woman lifts her head "Why do we hide behind such ugly

Niggas keep sayin they gon' heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me down But when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey What y'all fools know about

You make loving you easy You make loving you all I wanna do Reminds me just how much it all makes Every little smile, every single touch Every morning when you come downstairs Hair's a mess but I don't care No makeup on and shining so bright My old

Dance, don't hold the wall Dance don't hold the wall Dance, don't, don't, don't hold the wall Da-da-dance, don't hold the wall Come on baby dance with me It's getting down but I'll get up Baby hold on Dance, (What you do to me?)

America, America And the red man is right, to expect a little from you And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too Promise and then follow through, America Well I come from, down around Tennessee But the people in California Are nice to me,