Like a fool, I'm holdin' on to you There are those who'd love to love me Take me home and take care of me Treat me just the way you never do But I'm here on your door step Something I can't seem to help Oh, you don't love me, you don't love me You place

Tear the moon from the stars tonight Twist my arm like a knife tonight And if you wanna leave that's alright Well I'll just turn these tears into wine All the friends that I've ever known Are the streetlamps I follow home And I'm in the crowd but I'm all

(Put on a show, get on the floor) You giving me everything you got All I really want now is more It's a cabaret Cause even though I'm a professional I like to do my work at home (Get on the floor, get on the floor) Now can we discuss

You would leave me alone But I can't turn down 20 All these bitches wanna have sex 'Cause they know a nigga got money I know I had a girl at home But that shit ain't mean nothin' to me 'Cause i'm just like every other nigga Stackin' with the wrong hitta

Ya alright, alright, alright You was right I was wrong Ya I should've never ever took her home Ya I should've just boned Ya fantasy on my phone Ya hit it from the back watch a nigga bless you Ya crying in my arms like a nigga wrecked you Talking about a

When the smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place

Don't you want to grow up to be just like me? Now don't you want to grow up to be just like me? I am going to attempt to drown myself You can try this at home You can be just like me Mic check 1, 2 We recording? I'm cancerous

We just try to ignore the elephant somehow She said, "Andy, you're better than your past" Winked at me and drained her glass Cross-legged on a barstool, like nobody sits anymore She said, "Andy, you're taking me home" But I knew she planned to sleep

She likes the sad songs that play all night long She never turns 'em off, just sings along She likes the big screen and the home team And wants seconds of my chicken and my baked beans It might not be love, like our love was 'Cause she don't count the

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been