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',

Wanna make love, she ain't even in denial (in denial) Do it on my jet, let's keep this private She wants me too, she ain't even in denial (denial) Seen the way you talkin' up my phone last night, on God (talkin' on the phone) We can get away-ay, maybe to

Oh, oh, oh, oh When you say it like that Break my bed, to make me wanna stay Mmm, mmm-mmm mmm Don't doubt me babe You make me wanna change Bite me babe You make me love the pain

I think I’d have a heart attack 'Cause I don’t wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I’d have a heart attack You make me glow, But I cover up, won’t let it show, So I’m puttin’ my defenses up But you make me wanna act like a girl Make me so

If teardrops could be bottled There'd be swimming pools filled by models Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore If "I love you" was a promise Would you break it, if you're honest Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before I don't wanna be you

'Cause that's perfect to me Don't feel like putting makeup on my cheeks Do what I wanna Love every single part of my body Top to the bottom I'm not a supermodel from a magazine I'm okay with not being perfect ' Cause that's perfect to me No matter where

Hope you fuckin' wit' me, girl I fuck with you With me in one of these cities, but do what you wanna do But be what you wanna be, you make my summer breeze This love right right here stings, she yellow like Bumble Bee Be what you wanna be This love right

Go 'head, ruin my make up (Yeah eh eh) I love it when we make up (Yeah eh eh) Love it when we make up (Yeah eh eh) I like to fuck with you just to make up with you 'Cause the way you be screamin' my name Make me wanna make love to you I might break up

Maybe I'm just a kid in love Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh And I got it all And I don't ever wanna grow up 'Cause I got it all 'Cause, it's alright, it's alright I wanna make you mine But I don't ever wanna grow up

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it Got so many