Getting hard to remember, getting hard to recall Getting laid off and pushed out and it ain't my baby's fault So if you go, don't cry, I'll be right there at your side Sherrill, Sherrill Getting laid on the lifeline, getting tired, time for bed And

Just when things are getting complicated in the eye of the storm She flicks a red-hot revelation off the tip of her tongue It does a dozen somersaults and it leaves you supercharged Makes me wanna blow her candles out just to see if you glow in the dark

Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Getting crunk up in the club we gets low, oh They got that southern cookin'

I ain't the same Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know I must confess, I copped the chains I hit the club, I made it rain I hit the road, I made a name I came home, I ain't the same These niggas know Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John

Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt) Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what) You a little man (little, huh) Your money getting shorter (shorter) My bitch from 'cross the water (bitch) Teach you how to count it

Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door. Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Ma, take this badge off of me. I can't use it any more. It's getting dark, too dark to see. Ma, take these guns away from me. I can't shoot them any more. There's a long

Well I know that getting you alone isn't easy to do Stop the world 'cause I wanna, get off, with you Stop the world 'cause I wanna, get off, with you. Open Sesame. (We've places to go) We've people to see. (Let's put 'em on hold) There's all sorts of

I make money off of bein' myself Get a glimpse of my potential when I believe in myself It's gettin' harder to tell the difference between reality and dreams The lines keep blurrin' like I'm drivin' half asleep I'm invitin' you to see who's next up in

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder I turned the TV off, to turn it on again

Let's dance like we're making love Making love It's really late You're getting closer and the lights off Your body is in sync to the beat of my heart And I can feel your nature rising wild and wild on you Sweat dripping from my body, we both at this