Yeah I want it all, tell me who is gonna stop me Let that hate dissolve, flyest niggas in the party I step in this bitch feelin' like I'm John Gotti I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I'm sorry Ay, I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I'm sorry She

Not much longer would you be mine Honey, honey, yeah (I heard it through the grapevine) Oh, I heard it through the grapevine Ooh, I bet you're wonderin' how I knew 'Bout your plans to make me blue With some other guy you knew before Between the two of us

Oh, but if you want to win it You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

You lot, what? Don't stop, give it all you got Don't stop, yeah You're frettin', you're sweatin' What have we got? Yeah, ooh The magnificent seven Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M. Move yourself to go again Cold water in the face

What are we here for? Let's be an example right now We don't wanna regret this Don't say maybe later then maybe turns too late, oh What are we doing alone staring up at the moon? Know our night is waiting, oh yeah Do you wanna go or do you wanna stay? I

If you want it, come and get it, I've got it (oh oh) If you need it, come and get it, I've got it (baby) I've got it (oh yeah) And there ain't nobody else in this world If you want it, I know that your mummy and your daddy don't tell you,

What tonight looks like Yeah, what my baby told me Oh, what my baby told me She said "I likes my big daddy, but I'm crazy about his Pontiac" We gon' drive out on the highway, turn the bright lights on Oh, driving on the highway, and he cut the bright

We were young We were free, come on now, let it go We were free I was living in the cold, I'm coming home Perfect line to open with Her heart was never meant for this Ooh we're never over it We were free (yeah yeah) At the dune with the dawn

I love the way Eh eh eh eh eh I love the way you hurt me baby It's irresistible, oh oh oh oh oh oh yeah Oh oh oh oh oh oh yeah And I love the way you hurt me You're second hand smoke Count me in unannounced, drag my nails on the tile I just follow your

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying Just living proof that the camera's lying And oh, oh open wide You can't turn back Because this road is all you'll ever have 'Cause you'll go out in style You'll go out in style Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess