I ain't playing with these niggas I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these niggas Has he got enough money to spend? Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown Leave? No. He's to and from, he doesn't like it when the girls go Know

Love, love, love Haven't seen you in quite a while I was down the hold just passing time Last time we met was a low-lit room We were as close together as a bride and groom We ate the food, we drank the wine Everybody having a good time

Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone. Let's pretend that we're together, all alone. I'll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low, And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go. Whisper to me, tell me do you love me true,

Let's get out of this town All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights, follow the crowd Baby we got to get out I don't wanna live my life in circles I just wanna find an empty road Let's get away

It’s bittersweet The wind whistling across my bottle still can’t blow away the sorrow That tomorrow you won’t be here with me I won’t forget the way you love me, the amazing way you love me It’s bittersweet, you see You’re not here but I can feel you

Girl I’m out here I just finished on you Blowin' these hundreds Better get you wet now Better make you sweat now Ballin’ on you (ballin’ ballin’ ballin’) That’s my baby I’m out of your league, baby For a minute

Time to get out of town, I'm just slowin' you down She said, I found somebody that likes the things that you used to And baby, he's a looker too She said, it was a chance of a lifetime what was I supposed to do I came staggerin' in, in the middle of the

Say you're gonna spend it, say you're gonna spend it Say you're gonna spend it with me Tell me if you know the feeling You can't get no release All that love you were ready to blow On something you've never seen Tell me if you feel the pain Tell me if

Don't tell me what the poets are doing Spring starts when a heartbeat's pounding When the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing some final accounting Lava flowing in Superfarmer's direction He's been getting reprieve from the heat in the

It's not how fast you can go The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a test of ultimate will