When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too You said you was hurting, almost lost your mind And the man you love, he hurts you all the time You love him more when you should love him less I pick up behind him and take his mess He love

Mister Magic, take a token Mister Magic, of my love Mister Magic, I see you through the smoke Mister Magic Every day I see you My hands were made for you And you always give me stress free point of view Pick you up after school Without you I'm misery

Well, I love my baby, gonna tell everybody I know Yes, I love my baby, gonna tell everybody I know Tell everybody I know Other women don't mean a thing to me You can pick 'em all up, drop 'em all in the sea She'll open up her pocket book and pay my fare

She got me going down She got me going psycho Got me living on a tightrope But I love that shit Just be open to the possibility of me and you Oh no, you lie I want to, so I Might call you tonight if I do pick up

She's out there rolling down some old interstate Probably cranking up some new freedom song Wide open, wide open, won't pick up the phone While I'm dying here tonight Staring goodbye in the face Saying I love you too late Wide open, wide open, couldn't

I think it's time to take a heart break I think it's time to take a heart break, out late Solo on a Saturday night Going out without a plus one, I'm done Falling over pickup lines I'm single for the summer, I won't rebound One lover to another, or be

You know it We were made for each other so My shattered heart is on the ground I've got to see your face right now Just tell me where and you'll find me waiting there And if love is made of glass Can we pick up the pieces

Oh oh oh oh I ain't tryna wear you out Never get enough On my way to pick you up Be ready when I pull up baby I don't wanna have to rush When we making love Let me know if it ain't too much Beat, beat 'til the sunrise

And she still keeps scratching me up And she still keeps Don't need no music 'cause we on repeat She love to sing much as I love the beat We do our thang when we fuck up the sheets I make your body pour, fuck up the sheets Pick you right off the floor,

We were living it up, up, up in that American love Two young hearts, one cool car And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink I love this song, baby, what do you think? She turned it up windows fogging up I pick her up about seven for the