Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all

(I can take you higher) It's not that I can't stop, it's that I won't stop I'll make it hot (I do it) I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop I'll make the whole club rock (I do it) Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' - You ain't know? It's