I love the look(s) of you, (and) the lure of you The sweet of you, and the pure of you The eyes, the arms, and the (that) mouth of you The east, west, north, and the (that) south of you I'd love to gain complete control of you Handle even the heart and

'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do I guess the Lord made me hard to handle So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble So before you go and turn me on Be sure that you can turn me loose These old boots still got a lot of ground They ain't

I am ready, ready as anybody can be 'Cause I'm ready, ready as anybody can be I am ready for you, I hope you're ready for me I am ready for you, I hope you ready for me I got an axe handle pistol on a graveyard frame That shoot tombstone bullets, wearin'

Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, drooling over you The things you do That's cuttin' all into my time with you Are we still good? Are we still good? These days, I'm letting God handle all things above me The things I can't change

Can't be getting mad what, you mad? Can't handle that Wish we could switch up the roles and I could be that Tell you I love you, but when you call, I never get back Would you ask them questions like me, like where you be at? 'Cause I'm out, four in the

I've just begun It's about that time, gotta get mine You can't kill me 'Cause I'm already inside you Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war! Enemy, show me what you wanna be I can handle anything Even if I can't handle you!

No candle, no light for you I, I woke up on the wrong side of ya We gotta, we gotta, we gotta face it The fire, the fire ain't no longer blazin' SMS in the morning light You don't even know that I left, do ya? Can't handle my love Can't handle your lies

Then you learn the lesson Handle with kid gloves Put on your kid gloves That it's cool to be so tough That it's tough to be so cool A world of difference A world so out of touch Overwhelmed by everything But wanting more so much

I was a lost boy I was a lost boy in my room Too much to handle You're all alone Does she love you, you'll never know 'Til she kills my soul You're all that I'll know Our love virtues, forever on Out of the shadows

Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Getting crunk up in the club we gets low, oh They got that southern cookin'