Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree; And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud, I can' t understand I get misty, just holding your hand. Walk my way, And a thousand violins begin to play, Or it might be the sound of your hello, That music I

Baby, you and me could leave right now If you like how that sounds Ditch all your friends, the guy you came with Get to know you where it ain't so loud Just you and me alone on some old moonlit road But the two of us could disappear Just say the word and

We were born, we were born to get wild I'm up in this bitch to get wild Turn up the sound And play it loud so that everyone who comes around 'Cause we getting crazy Burning down the town We burn it down so that everyone comes around

Close your eyes, its about to begin As it flows up from the ground Taking all who hear that sound If you stand in the light, you get the feel of the ride And the music that plays in your ears In your head you can hear, a voice so sweet and clear And the

Everything I'll ever need The fire that burns between you and me I don't know, whoa, whoa, what keeps me rollin' But I know, whoa, whoa what gets me through The sound of angels when I hear your voice I surrender, I don't have a choice I got rain but I

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

You want some me so bad Come get this body Say you looking for someone that'll last I know you looking for someone that'll last Don't be faking, faking, no Right Now Sound

Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker Out your seat motherfucker, I'ma reach motherfuckers Shady Records 'til I sleep, motherfucker Obie Trice, nuttin' but street, muthatfucka Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker I wouldn't give a

I'm so lonesome I could cry Hear the lonesome whipperwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low Well maybe the night is cold But together they fade Like the shadow that ran up to the hills Trying to fix her wings There's a saint and

Go get 'em, go get 'em, go get 'em They say best go back to black Crack and Moroccan black, go back to that UK rap, we mashing that CAS and Giggs on a track, imagine that Them man's shit was sounding wack So man had to come pick up the slack Attract