Ahhh, Ohh, Ahhh, Ohh, Ahhh, Ohh, Ohh Make me feel so good, make me feel so good right now Tell me what'd I say, tell me what'd I say right now Baby shake that thing, baby shake that thing right now Hey mama, don't you treat me wrong Come and love your

And I'm leaving the light on the stairs No I'm not scared; I wait for you Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home. Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bed Where we slept; now it's growing cold. Jesse your face, in the place where we lay By the hearth, all

Cry 'cause I'm here to wipe your eyes I'm here to wipe your eyes Tonight before you fall asleep I run my thumb across your cheek (across your cheek) I know I made you feel this way You gotta breathe, we'll be okay (be okay) Hey you, come over and let me

Now come home Nice dream, if you think that you're strong enough Nice dream, if you think you belong enough They love me like I was their brother They protect me Listen to me They dug me my very own garden Gave me sunshine

And with these hands They are the only ones that I come back to We'll move the world just to find you I'll never know These words, these words Without you I'll never know These words, these words (just to find you) (These words, these words We'll move

(From Chitown to LA) Come on players Uh huh hey I remember when I back in the days When I ain't hot shit But now that I got shit Niggas want to keep up shit But it's all good watch me do this shit

Why do you wanna go turn back time? Psychotic kids, they don't know what they want Wasted on the young Psychotic kids, we've got to keep control of them Come and take a ride in my psychotic mind My mum thinks I'm on heroin And my dad just thinks I'm gone

(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that It's not sold separately, they know I come with that Hey, what you got? I'm on my level nigga, you better come correct That slap, they say they want that slap Hunnids overlappin', that's a wrap EarDrummers

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City But maybe everything that dies someday comes back And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready For