And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

I love you 'cause your deuces are wild, girl Like a double shot of lovin' so fine I've been lovin' you since you was a child, girl 'Cause you and me is two of a kind I love to look into your big brown eyes They talk to me and seem to hypnotize You say

You'll understand why God made A couple guys in first class on a flight From new York to Los Angeles, Kinda making small talk killing time, Flirting with the flight attendants, Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma, Just a bunch of square

Only a woman She ain't that kind of girl Only a girl Upon our skin so bad Well you walked in You walked in real late You ... and you talked about How changed the stone and the Brooklyn gate Takes me back to that first time

I just wanna talk to ya, talk to ya Maybe I can mend your heart with mine Take you from my broken paradise (paradise, paradise) Take you from my broken paradise I know it's hard to trust someone like me When it's my reputation that's first to speak I

Yeah, last year was not practise year Let's get more number 1's and more plaques this year I say a lotta blurry lines, let's talk facts this year I might even try goin' back to mass this year Yeah, told bro that I ain't jokin' this year Told wifey I

If he ain't gonna love you If he ain't gonna love you, I will Girl, I need to talk to you And here's the deal Like you never been loved before Up against the wall when you walk in the door Looking like you wanna leave, you want some more Girl, well, I

Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk, Talk about things you'd like to do. You got to have a dream, How you gonna have a dream come true? If you don't have a dream, If you don't have a dream Talk about the moon floatin' in the sky Lookin' at a lily on the

Told that bitch give me head Ocho Cinco, Ocho Cinco, Ocho Cinco Got a 100 grand in my side pocket All the hustlas love it, you know I speak the lingo (OBG Niggas) Haaaan, Los (Original Bad Boy Gang) What they talkin' bout (Coke Boys) Hear them niggas

I can't get over you Try as I may oh it no use My heart just can't leave you alone My mind won't believe you're gone I forget where I'm goin' in my own house I got myself in this, I'll get myself out I talk out loud, at the top of my voice I sing Whoa