Talk to me, talk to me We ain't keeping no secrets Come get a little closer I wanna get to know ya Start with our sheets between us tonight Talk to me let's go deeper You already know I need ya I wanna see you leave on the lights I know I seen your face

Come and see me for once You don't ever come to me, you don't ever come to me All she talkin' bout is come and see me for once All she hit me with is come and see me for once Doesn't make sense now Shit just got real, things are getting intense now I

Ahem, now last time I talked on a song with Boat, uh Y'all broke ass niggas was hatin' Only difference this time is He surpassed all y'all broke ass niggas Uh, all day I'm rocked up Plottin' on a bad bitch to come and suck dick Cook French toast and

When you were young He doesn't look a thing like Jesus You sit there in your heartache Waiting on some beautiful boy to You play forgiveness Watch it now, here he comes But he talks like a gentlemen Like you imagined when you were young To save your from

"You know it's easy to talk about, doing something But when it comes down to the action part, the most folks take a little Light vacation" I was just thinking to myself man Y'know this Blue Carpet Treatment record is deep to me And I need to let my

And baby it said too much It didn't say enough 'Cause I'm waking up alone Missing that midnight kiss I can't promise you forever All I know is I still want you to come over And I'm stone cold sober I let the whiskey talk I got the feeling now

Oh oh oh oh Upon which I stand That green eyes And it feels so much lighter And honey you should know That I could never go on without you Honey you are a rock And I come here to talk

Spell the rest for me The perfect rhythm for the melody We just need one more letter, come on, come on now Well I must be sipping on something tonight Honestly, you got me out of my mind, my mind You've got me talking about L.O.V I know that you could be

(Who got shot tonight?) Who shot the shot? Who got shot tonight? I come from a long way away And I know a fine thing when I see it For the same reason no one ever pointed a telescope at the sun Talking about the Red Angels of N-Y City Not even five

Hey baby, it's a quarter to eight I feel I'm in the mood Hey baby, the hour is late I feel I've got to move Well, hey now, baby Aw, hey now, baby, Well, I like your smile Won't you come and talk to me For a little while