I wanna make you feel wanted And I wanna call you mine Wanna hold your hand forever Wanna kiss your lips Never let you forget it Yeah I wanna make you feel wanted You know I'd fall apart without you I don't know how you do what you do 'Cause everything

I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead I don't wanna be you I wanna make a lot of money But I don't wanna go to school I don't wanna get a real job It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do

Wanna get it jacked up yeah Let's crank it on up yeah With a little bit of luck I can find me a girl with a truck yeah We can love it on up yeah 'Til the sun comes up yeah And if you think this life I love is a little too country If you like it up loud

Baby, I just wanna chill and smoke, yeah You should come hop up on this jet, baby Hurry up, before you get left I just wanna take a flight with you I just wanna chill and smoke, yeah Said that I just wanna chill and smoke, yeah I wanna catch a flight

You're so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful I see you in the club, you gettin' down, girl I wanna get with you, yeah I see you in the club, you showin' thugs love I wanna get with you You're so beautiful, so damn beautiful Said you're so

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha "Why you wanna get with me?" 'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see 'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T Can I get wit'cha (can I get wit'cha) Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha) Doggytyle, yeah Uhh, to all the ladies in the

Wanna fall into your superlove 'Cause I never seem to get enough Die here, in your arms, falling in love with you Yeah my heart never wants it to stop, please save me You're the bullet and you're making me drop Please save me So give me all of your

Oh, I don't wanna share you with nothing else I gotta have you to myself I just can't get you close enough, no Yeah, if I were the moon I could catch your eye I'm jealous of the moon If I were the wind I would make you fly I'm jealous of that too, yeah

Skankin' sweet Forget your troubles and rock with me You nuh feel how reggae music sweet, yeah-e-yeah Everybody wanna feel irie I'm gonna be skankin' Skankin', groovin', hallelujah Skankin', groovin, help me Jah Jah Skankin', groovin', under pressure

If I can't be with you! Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, No mansion in Miami And I can't ever get enough! All of this stuff sucks, yeah all of this sucks I don't wanna be famous,