Wish I could put a spell on you, Wish I could make you feel like I do, Wouldn't that be sweet so magical, Wish I could blink and wave a wand, Get everything that I ever wanted, And put a spell on you, And make it all come true, This isn't the end of us

I want to do everything I can for you I want to be your personal manager babe If you sign my contract baby You know all your worries is over for you Yes I want to be right there beside you little girl When all of your so called friends are through Yeah I

I keep coming back here where everything slipped But I will not spill my guts out My eyes are fallen I'm having trouble inside my skin I try to keep my skeletons in Anything you ever want me to be It'll be easy to cover It'll be summer in Dallas I'm in

When I get my hands on you, We'll let tonight turn tomorrow back into the night, I'm gonna do every little everything, anything girl that you want me to, when it's finally just you and me, I'm gonna make you go crazy baby, when I get my hands on you,

Somebody tell me (To give you money, work to give you money) Was the end of the week All the things we sign And the things we buy Ain't gonna keep us together Somebody told me Boy everything she wants is everything she sees

I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side Everything I do you know I do it for the squad This is what the people say they wanted from the Young boy, from the, from the, from the God This that flexicution This

You got to keep your head up When the world won’t let up I still believe in Sometimes you got to lose everything To find out that you’ve always been running blind Sometimes you got to leave everything To find out what you don’t want to leave behind

Some people want it all But I don't want nothing at all If it ain't you baby If I ain't got you baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything But everything means nothing If I ain't got you, yeah If I ain't got you with me baby

Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed Everywhere I look a killing spree All the things they wanted me to be Is all the things that I turned out to be Is everything that I like, like, like, like Everybody looking for the meaning of life thru a cell phone

Well up here's the window sitting way up high I can't look up enough to see the sky There ain't no good light here below Don't want no preacher man to come around I don't need him to lay my burden down Alright, I told Jesus everything I know When it's