Love for me I call your name I keep on looking for you And I don't know Don't know where go where Can set over night

If you're shoe shopping, walk a mile with me Slip a Cinderella slipper right on your feet Take my arm, strut down the street tonight (Strut down that street tonight) If you're downtown on the browse about Looking for the perfect fit, how's about Some

What, what, what, what I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I, I, I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is fucking awesome I wear your granddad's clothes I look incredible I'm in this big ass coat From that thrift shop down the

Love is looking for you now Love is looking for you I've been looking for you Maybe you're just jaded from some nobody's unforgotten words Maybe you're just faded a little gray from every time That you've been hurt So you're looking for your skin That

We could be heroes We could be heroes, me and you We could be Everyday people do everyday things but I Can't be one of them I know you hear me now, we are a different kind We can do anything All we're looking for is love and a little light

We'll be looking for sunlight Or the headlights Till our wide eyes burn blind We'll be lacing the same shoes That we've worn through To the bottom of the line And we know that we're headstrong And our heart's gone And the timing's never right

Tell me why do you still love me Why do you love me? You know you shouldn't love me Like you're just Dying to drive but you can't find the keys, now Looking for God but you're down on your knees, I'm All that you want but not what you need girl why Yea

The sky is crying, Can you see the tears roll down the street. I my baby early one morning She was walking on down the street I got a real, real fine feeling That my baby she don't love me no more I've been looking for my baby And I've been wondering

Where do we I hope I'm right when I'm speaking my mind I hope my life is no sign of the times Haven't we all I've been looking for the golden trees I don't wanna see the killing on those leaves Maybe I'll just press my hands on it It's a lot for me to

Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the