Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch (What up, Khaled) South Beach, book a room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah) You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah) Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love (Your love) Go get the lotion (Yeah), let

If we’re gonna go out, baby While the rain from your hair drip-drops That’s where I gotta be with you lookin' like this Let’s get lost somewhere Anywhere we ain’t gotta hold back I wanna feel your heart go tic-toc Let's go out like that Out where I can

In the evidence of its brilliance Would you like to try? Connect to the sky Brilliance? Future lovers ride, Their ambitions high I'm gonna tell you about love Come with me Let's forget your life

Cheating on the blues tonight Let's go out and do it right Throw it into overdrive And get on down the road Shake it till the break of dawn Party till the heartache's gone We'll have us a real good time He left you - she left me Drowning in this misery

Soon as I get home Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Grab my gats, locate my comrades Let's get my money out the safe Soon as I come home Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this mad pen

Let's throw a little after party A candle on the tailgate A sky full of moon and a million crazy little things to do Baby, just me and you Baby, I can't wait to get this thing started Somebody blew out the speakers when the kick went Bonfires burn down

Yeah, last year was not practise year Let's get more number 1's and more plaques this year I say a lotta blurry lines, let's talk facts this year I might even try goin' back to mass this year Yeah, told bro that I ain't jokin' this year Told wifey I

The last, the last, the last The glow of the cities below lead us back To the places that we never should have left Let's see how deep we get The last blues we're ever gonna have I'm just a full tank away from freedom These are the last blues we're ever

Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry And there's moonshine in the trunk Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body And put