Kama Kama Sutra (Kama Kama Sutra) We could call it Kama Sutra Shawty thinking about the future And make me a believer (woop woop) Put it on me I ain't never gone leave ya Tryna tie me up You tryna tie me up (trying tie me up) I'm just tryna pour up (yeah)

I can't help myself from falling I'm trying to fight the good own fight But after it all, I'm still just a low life I'm nothing but a low life (low life) Thinking 'bout my own life (own life) I'm nothing but a low life Can't help myself from falling

Choose your battles, babe I am not fighting anymore If you wanna go, then go If you wanna stay then stay 'Cause I don't wanna fight no more, baby Why you trying to make me your enemy All I really need is a little peace I just wanna be your lover Oh, this

I play the road, And every city's like the same three chords Been helping us along when the story's told Shaking off the miles and trying to make it home And the highway is our song, And the crowd is done and gone And the crowd has come and gone Every

Notorious and shit I wouldn't trade it for the world I'm infamous but damn you can't help but love this shit Leave it to me from here We're back again, you know we're not fucking around Got a bottle of jack in our hands You trying keep up kid? Let's see

Fly into the distance Disappear for a while I can't make sense of this Remind me I'm golden The fortress above the sun Why don't you spend nowhere with me? Follow the river and the path of the ones trying the names Of the shore Forever I can't find

I was just trying to be cool I was just trying to be like you I'm a spark and you're a boom What am I supposed to do? And that weekend up in the islands They stop and stare Flashes filling the silence Of a Hollywood love affair Waking up in the islands

I just don't belong here, I hope you understand We might find a place in this world someday But at least for now, I gotta go my own away You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am (I'm trying to understand) I gotta go my own away Troy, listen I

We're all born to be free We're all born to be great But we're all looking for The Hollywood sign And trying to find the interstate We're all grown From the same old roots We're all kicking In the same old boots

I play the road, And every city's like the same three chords Been helping us along when the story's told Shaking off the miles and trying to make it home And the highway is our song, And the crowd is done and gone And the crowd has come and gone Every