Sittin' on a stool, sittin' on the fence Sittin' on a stool, sitting' on the fence Tryin' to play it cool, tryin' to talk some sense Do I let her go or do I make her mine While there's still a chance Into this crazy heart, lookin' for a sign She's gotta

To be alone with you Just you and me Now won't you tell me true Ain't that the way it oughta be To hold each other tight The whole night through Everything is always right When I'm alone with you At the close of the day

Calling all stars, come on We all stars, we are one We all shine, we are chrome And we are shimmering We light up the night like a black sun Turn on, turn on (turn on) Play it loud, we don't care

Yea, I'm in love with a girl in a 4 wheel drive. She has a large time in a large machine. Man I wonder how she gets up in that thing. And someday soon, I'm gonna climb right up and take a little ride in her big ol' truck. Chrome steel bumpers and red

I'm in a band, yeah, yeah. I'm in a band.... a rock an' roll band.... I'm in a band.... a rock an' roll band.... For many a year, I was so confused, (An') Didn't know what to play. But then I met a man, who picked up his horn, An' showed us just what, to

Sometimes I need to unwind Sometimes I need some down time Sometimes I need a minute just for me I need a minute just to be I need a minute just to breathe Sometimes I need a minute that's my own I need a minute in my zone Where I can say just what I

I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective 'Cause I’m bool, balm and bollective Woke up this morning feelin’ bool and balm Ain’t have to drank no drank a niggas nerves was balm Was it 'cause last night I had some bomb She got ratchet in

Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful

I ain't gotta front, I get what I want If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front She got a fattie, I hit from the back They should have never let me in the sack I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack Stuck in my ways, chasing this

No no they can't take that away from me No they can't take that away from me We may never never meet again On the bumpy road to love Still I'll always, always keep the memory of The way you hold your knife The way we danced till three The way you wear