Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone

I will not vanish and you will not scare me Try to get through it, try to bounce to it All the while thinking I might as well do it They be lovin' someone and I'm not that stupid Take the next ticket to take the next train Why would I do it? And you

Life is short, make it sweet 'Cause I'm stuck on you, you're stuck on me I never gotta wonder where my honey be I ain't savin' all my sugar for a Saturday night Seven days a week I got an appetite The sunsets like a tangerine Let's find a road we've

And baby it said too much It didn't say enough 'Cause I'm waking up alone Missing that midnight kiss I can't promise you forever All I know is I still want you to come over And I'm stone cold sober I let the whiskey talk I got the feeling now

Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body I got sexy ladies all over the floor You're talking to one of the greatest Who did it before Now I'm back with one of my latest Just letting you know That I got sexy ladies so back up some more (Slow down

It's not over before it's too late She's all alone again Wiping the tears from her eyes Someday he feels like dying She gets so sick of crying An extraordinary girl She's an extraordinary girl It's not over 'till you're underground This city's burnin'

Somewhere nice we can be alone Don't be sad when the sun goes down You'll wake up and I'm not around We'll still have the summer after all Hey there summer boy Let's get lost you can take me home Bikini tops, coming off Ive got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

(Baby, hold on) Keep holding on Hold on to me Hey, it might never be the same We might never live those days gone by Let's start this over If you still see what I see But we can try

Breathe for a minute My dreams are made of gold Breathe for a minute breathe for a minute I'll be okay California, don't let me down Seas of golden But there's trouble all around He once was a waiter now he's a singer Making money on the street

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a Unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High,