You don't need no other lover, we can keep it undercover I want you all to myself And nobody else, yeah You're a sexy machine You're a Hollywood dream And you got me feeling like a homecoming queen Let's drop out of this crowd Somewhere no one's allowed

We can just be rockin', yeah 'Cause it brings me so much ecstasy Yeah, yeah, uh, oh yeah, yeah Why would you wanna take away from this moment? We can own it Why would you wanna take away from this moment? Woo-hoo! You don't have to spend your life with

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh I wanna go up there and I don't ever wanna come down I wanna see what's up there, actin' like I got it all figured out I wanna see what's up there, must be better than the hell on the ground Yeah, take me all the way to the top baby

How bout it baby (Let me show you what's up, Show you backwoods crazy) Yeah you make me (wanna take you for a ride And then just maybe) We can sip on the wine Rock and Roll all night Get ya off deep in these Florida pines

(Yeah yeah) Crib is dimensional, my bitch is seminal Orange Dickies suit like a sand town criminal Hundreds be indigo, bitches identical Aim at the imbeciles (wooh wooh wooh) Yeah, fuck up a check now, my family set now She gon' have sex now Guap on this

Yeah, trust me Just breathe This is your life, it's do or die The sun may never rise again, so be the light, the vision This is your life, it's slipping by You try to run but fall again, you get back up, that's living One day you're gonna see Otherwise,

Guzzle, guzzle Yeah I wanna smoke a spliff, spliff Yeah, everybody take a hit Yeah, I wanna smoke a spliff, spliff Yeah, everybody wanna Smoke signals coming from the indoors Scraping off white wall tires Ain't got wings, just Johnny out the window

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

What you gonna do when I'm nothing? You're crazy about my styyyyyyyyyle Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon! Woo! Uh-huh Yeah, more real life (grrrrrrrrrr) That's how it is baby, you know it's real More real life, you know it's real (grrrrrrrrrr)