You better come on Into my kitchen Cause it's going to be raining outdoors You better come on into my kitchen Cause it's sure to be raining outdoors When a woman's in trouble Everybody puts her down She look for her good man Lord he can't be found

But I'll be loving you, that's what I want to do I'll be loving you, that's what I want to do And the weatherman said if you're not well, stay in bed 'Cause I've been feeling down and blue and it's cloudy in my head Instead of going out to some

End of the night, it's going down It's going down, I'm yelling timber You better move, you better dance Let's make a night, you won't remember I'll be the one, you won't forget Swing your partner round and round One more shot, another round The bigger

Are we growing up or just going down? It's just a matter of time until we're all found out 'Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light Take our tears, put 'em on ice I'll keep singing this lie Take our tears, put them on ice The best

Going down, it's going down Going down, it's going down, huh Oh my God, shawty thick she Oh my God, yeah, yeah Going down, it's going down, hey Oh my God shawty thick she Oh my God, yeah, ay Oh my God, shawty thick she-

In my head, it's going down In my head, I see you all over me In my head, you fulfill my fantasy In my head, you'll be screaming more I'll be your teacher, I'll show you the ropes (show you the ropes) I can see it going down, going down Just leave with

Welcome to the frat house I'ma hold my own, yeah Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down Condoms, kegs, liquor, weed, pills I’ma hold my own, yeah Bitches laying on the floor like it’s a

Everybody look what's going down Stop, what's that sound? I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound? There's something happening here What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware I think it's time

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

On a greyhound bus, Lord I'm traveling this morning I'm going to Shreveport and on down to New Orleans Been driving these highways, Been doing things my way It's been making me lonesome on'ry and mean Now her hair was jet black, And her name was Codene