Baby, I can make you feel good I can make you feel good Are you the kind to put your heart on the line Or one who stays out of reach Cause unlike other guys I won't waste your time I just wanna practice what I preach A game where there can be two winners

Now I got you in my space I won’t let go of you Got you shackled in my embrace I’m latching on to you I feel we're close enough I wanna lock in your love I think we’re close enough Could I lock in your love, baby? You lift my heart up

Ah, shake along with me Shake along with me Shake along with them I'd like to be somebody else and not know where I've been I'd like to build myself a house out of plasticine I've been driving in my car with my friend Mister Soft Mister Clean and Mister

Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that) Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that) Shake that, ayy Ass and titties (Ayy), ass and titties (Shake that) Ass and titties (Ayy), come get savage with me Bounce that Bounce that, ayy Good job

Flagging down all of these flashy cars Fancy girls on Long Beach Blvd And Lord knows she's beautiful Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat Lord knows the usuals, leaving a body sore Lord knows the usuals leaving a body sore She take the little

'Cause you lift me up No I don't get down And I know, no matter how much colder Or how much I carry on my shoulders As long as I'm standing, I'll be closer 'Cause it ain't over, 'til it's over But we don't get down No we don't get down We can turn this

Bright red, how am I gonna find a way? Tears and shades of gray I've lost forever from today The long red, flowing through my mind Dream here, dreamin' there Two pieces all the time Sobered, wisdoms in my dreams Bits and pieces in my arms

Now the party's over and everybody's gone I'm left here with myself and I wonder what went wrong And now my heart is broken like the bottles on the floor Does it really matter or am I just hungover you? Or am I just hungover? And now the sun is rising

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms And cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall, Crawling with the base of the scales, Tricking through the morning, The tramp with the trampoline under his arm, Shifts past your whiskers, So spark is a

See a man don't have to die to go to hell Well he yelled out from the back row look here preacher man We all know you're new here but you need to understand It don't really scare us when you yell and shake your fist You see we already know that hell