Baby it's yours If you want it tonight I'll give you the red light special All through the night Just come through my door Take off my clothes And turn on the red light Take a good look at it

You know you drive me crazy (crazy) And you been drippin' lately (drip) You know you different, baby (different) Know you have to suck it right when I come through (come through) Pick up the phone when I want you (want you) Pull up like a boss when I

Let me know, let me know-know-know Let me know, let me know, let me know If you decide just for a night that you might want to roll Girl, I know you want to Won't you come and slide through Have you home by 5'ish Tell me that you'd like to Hold you

You my first love, I still fuck with you Looking at your picture, you should come through I don't even want nobody with me in the coupe Look at all this shit that we done been through Burn too many bridges, but I ain't burning you I hope you do good and

Pay attention to the cracked streets And the broken homes Some call it slums Some call it nice I want to take you through A wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradise Dear mother It makes me wonder why I'm still here

Silent woman in the night, you came Took my seed from my shaking frame Same old fire, another flame And the wheel rolls on Silent woman through the flames, you come From the deep behind the sun Seems my nightmares, have just begun Left me barely holding

You changed the game I like your thug style Hey you it's me turn the music down So you can hear my invitation Now what I want you to do is come through To the crib right now without hesitation So don't ask me what I want Cause I want you to hurry up and

Baby it's yours If you want it tonight I'll give you the red light special All through the night Just come through my door Take off my clothes And turn on the red light Take a good look at it

Take me somewhere Don't want to live in a dream one more day I want you to lead me I see, through thirty Getting older, every day My soul drawing pictures Of innocent times Can you add, color, inside these lines Sure, if we change our perspective

Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin'