(The second time around) Not like the first time (Not like the first time) With me, true love Can still be found Talking bout the second time I know you come a long way, baby But you don't need That heart of stone, no

I'm talking to my own reflection Boy, I ain't talkin' about you, I'm talking to my own reflection Mirror, mirror on the wall Think I'm in love, 'cause you so sexy Boy, I ain't talking 'bout you, I'm talking to my own reflection Ooh ooh ooh ooh It ain't

White crime Yeah, we ‘bout that Do a lot of dirt, never doubt that Lot of rap twerps, love to shout crap Love to make their mouth flat When it come to burd, no, we spout facts You 'gon learn what i’m 'bout, breh Lot of rappers talking that shit, not

Reporting live from the fucking gutter bitch I ain't talking nothin' but big money shit I ain't talking nothin' but big money bitch I ain't talking about some real money shit And she love it dog, yeah, yeah But these the times we gotta live through (I

I'll come around If you ever want to be in love I'm not waiting, but I'm willing if you call me up Saw you today after so much time Felt just like it used to be Talking for hours 'bout a different life Surrounded us in memories We were close never close

I'm born to love again I'm a brand new man By the fire in your touch and the flame in your eyes I saw the light, I've been baptized Woah, I saw the light, I've been baptized Well the whole town's talking 'Bout the line I've been walking That leads right

I've been baptized By the fire in your touch And the flame in your eyes I'm born to love again I'm a brand new man Well the whole town's talking 'Bout the line I'm walking That leads right to your door

There you go, looking pitiful Just because I let you go There you go, talking bout you want me back But sometimes it be's like that, so There you go, talking bout you miss me so, that you love me so, why I let ya go There you go cause your lies got old,

Talking 'bout love Talking 'bout I'm talking 'bout I'm talking 'bout love I can't stop talking about Greasy slicked-down Groovy leather trim I like the way ya hold the road

Clap Your Hands Everybody I'm Singing This Love Is Unbreakable We're Living Our Dreams No Thing, No Money, No Sin, No Temptation,Talking 'Bout Nothing But Y'all Know We'll Be Back Next Week Like The People On TV Through The Technical Difficulties