It just comes pouring down Oh and it never rains around here I hear the seven deadly sins And the terrible twins came to call on you The bigger they are babe The harder they fall on you And you you're always the same you persevere On the same old

Drivin' around Just me and all my best friends All over town Never a doubt No one around It's just us on the road So come on and ride with us All aboard the magic bus We're drivin' around

C'mon I got something for ya (GUNSHOT) Always around when you call Always around leave the fun Turn around shit's enough Believe me 'dey won't get funk C'mon I got something for ya Cho! Must be Kardinal! Yo! J.A. (Yeah!) T Dot (Ho!) New York (Yeah!)

It's finders keepers It don't need to be no deeper Put your arms all around it Take it now that you've found it I got what you want If you trust me then trust me I got what you want, 'cause I got you You've got it, I want it When I'm willing to put my

You put your arms around me and I'm home And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me I

Lady writer on the TV Just the way that her hair fell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the TV Lady Writer on

It's a mean old scene When it comes to double crossing time. He will try to make it so you lose. When you think you got good buddies, They will spin around and cheat you blind. Double crossing man is mean, Double crossing man, You'll fill your mind with

So baby come and get me, cause I don't wanna dance alone I got my best on and I feel like dancing all night long Oh it's been so long Thinking 'bout the feeling of your arms wrapped around my body It's what I want Nothing's gonna stop me Oh but I want If

Suddenly you're climbing all up next to me, next to me I ain't no fool, you rascal you Everywhere we go you keep looking around Fixing your make up like it's about to go down And he walks in, it all makes sense You just want your ex to see, ex to see I

Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday