That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

A woman's only human You should understand She's not just a plaything She's flesh and blood just like her man If you want a do-right-all-day woman You've got to be a do-right-all-night man Take me to heart and I'll always love you And nobody can make me

Subliminal love, love, love She'll have you hypnotized with that 'come kiss me' smile And that touch that says you're gonna stay a while She's got that subliminal love That hair that falls like waves crashing on her skin In those ocean eyes saying jump

I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl

I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie I got hittas whoadie Tell 'em bring my car around Yeah I got plenty whoadie Goddamn, these snitches nosy Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at

(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah!) (She's a) L.A., L.A. baby We'll need to realize, it's just you and me together For you and me tonight in this city (You're my) L.A., L.A. baby You gotta, go go! Bring it on The two of us tonight we can make it last

Take these chains off Take 'em off my heart Give me some kind of life Leave me be I move away it don't do me no good Three thousand miles don't help like I thought it would Help me, beggin' you please You got the power down on my knees Reach out to me,

Because she way out I've never seen her talk but I'm telling you she way out I've never seen her dance moves, dancing like she way out Moving but she just can't move She's definitely got the style on you With a face from a movie scene Or magazine, you

It got a little crazy last night Last thing I remember I told the bartender Mix rum and whatever you have First one drink, then two then I woke up with you So I know things can't be all that bad But it's still a little hazy Steel drums still ringing in

Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Blue cheese in my off whites Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs 50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip