Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat because You're gonna sing the words wrong Lady, running down to the riptide Oh, and they come unstuck Oh lady, running down

What if I left left and it made no sense And you tell your friends and they hold your hands? Baby, nevermind, nevermind Nevermind, nevermind Alright, I'm ready now, ready now Alright, I'll take it on, take it on me Tonight, and take it with, take it with me I

All I want is somebody to love me like I do I'm burning up quiet fire Take my hand do with it what you will I'm in dire need You walk away nothing left left to say but bye, bye blue eyes And I, no I don't understand Well you can call me half crazy call me

You'll be the life of the party All you gotta do is dance Life of the party Dance, dance all you gotta do is clap Your hands, hands, hands Yes you will, now Yes you can, hey Miss Corver sister never Left Left your sat 'til some dancing

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she

Pres-President Carter I President Carter President Carter God bless America Carter are you prepared to take the constitutional oath? Would you place your left left hand on the bible And raise your right hand and repeat after me Sitting on the world, I got

Yeah we all, yeah we all got a reason to drink 'Cause somebody somewhere's gettin' married today And somebody's home team, they just won state And some old boy's girl just left left him If that's you, raise your hand, I got your next one Some of y'all just

Do you ever really know? Can you ever really know? I can't read your mind though I'm trying all the time There's something I don't know, I can see it in your eyes When you're gone again But I am left left in awe of the woman I adore Cupped hand is burning ice

Blunt in my left left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches

She used to be mine Oh she used to be mine She looks so good movin' cross the dance floor Better than the day she left left me Arm in arm with somebody new Holdin' hands and laughin' like we used to I got my best smile on but it's no disguise It don't hide