We're all one step from grace In the eyes of a saint I'm a stranger At the death of every darkness there's a morning Though we all try We're all trying to find our way Said I loved you without hesitation So easy for you to break my foolish heart Now I

I trust you Don't ask, just do Your pass, want to? You get that (love with your touch pass) Baby, we know what it is I've been waiting all alone I ain't tryna play no games We can talk over the phone

I wanna know wanna know wanna know right now Your gone but love love is still here baby Your making each day seem like a year Baby baby loneliness has got me uptight There ain't a sign of happiness in sight Now now now what am I gonna do with myself I

I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

Thinkin' about Miss Martha King Miss Martha King Do you think you're doin' me right? Yes, I'm sittin' here thinkin' Well, I'm sitin' here thinkin' I'm in love with that woman I ain't afraid to call her name Lord, I did everythin' for you Done everything

This time we'll take it slow Take it slow, ohh We're just ordinary people We don't know which way to go 'Cause we're ordinary people Maybe we should take it slow Girl, I'm in love with you This ain't the honeymoon Passed the infatuation phase

I wanna be living for the love of you All that I'm giving is for the love of you Hmm Huh Hoo hoo hey baby I'm looking for you Drifting on a memory Ain't no place I'd rather be Than with you, loving you Day will make a way for night All we'll need is

You wanna be right or wanna be with me You wanna go to war, wanna live in peace I love you and I ain't ashamed to beg you to stay Somehow, I get what I need from you Shawty I get on my knees for you And I get what I need from you (So that we can be

Fuck you Ice Cube It's the nigga you love to hate I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga That's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine double m The damn scum that you all hate

Rock to the rhythm, and bop to the beat of the radio You can play with me And her hair-do The only one you see All of London sings 'Cause England's swings and they sure love the tales I bring You ain't got the slang but you got the face to play the role