Round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round Round, round, round, round I don't really wanna run around, yeah Time is going slow and I don't mind, yeah Tell me if you know I'm really found, yeah I don't really wanna run around Saying all the

Now I just wanna know Don't just sugar coat Or say it all if you want Now could you tell me like it is? Pretty little fears Music to my ears Bet you from the West Side, mmm, mmm Do better, who better? You better? Been around

Yes, no, maybe I'm sorry for talking crazy Don't do this to me, baby (But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back Fuck that, you can stay wherever you at) (I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart? Could've sworn that you

Got up this mornin', just about the break of day Got up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes You know, I cried last night and all the night before You know, love's a hard ol' fall, make you do things you don't wanna do I got a letter this mornin',

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah) Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah) Don't wanna talk to you Don't know you Don't know how you know my name I got a reputation of police chasing

I don't wanna know about your new man 'Cause if it was meant to be You wouldn't be callin' me up tryin' to 'Cause I'm positive that he don't wanna know about me We'll get there eventually I know you're missin' all this kind of love But I'm positive that

You don’t wanna, you don’t wanna know Something in you wants to blow Been out in the wild Been out in the night Been out of your mind Do you live here or is this a vacation You’re on a piece of ground above a volcano You were alone

Oh oh oh oh I ain't tryna wear you out Never get enough On my way to pick you up Be ready when I pull up baby I don't wanna have to rush When we making love Let me know if it ain't too much Beat, beat 'til the sunrise

Baby I'm a lifer I ain't goin' nowhere Told you since day one I had to wife ya Show the world that I just wanna love ya Girl I don't wanna fight ya Yeah you're the only one for me God knows that I'm a product of George Strait And dammit I love sayin' to

You wanna be high for this Open your hand Take a glass Don't be scared I'm right here Even though You don't roll Trust me girl You don't know