Dancing in the sheets Grab your coat and wave goodbye to your friends I want to take you where the night never ends I feel the need to sweep you off of your feet You and me, we should be dancing in the sheets I caught you smiling I know I've seen you

You're guilty all the same Too sick to be ashamed You want to point your finger But there's no one else to blame Guilty all the same Tell us all again Show us all again What you think we should be What the answers are

The pain we love is taking shape A burning lust to touch the flame Against the wall, we fall from grace Over and over again The same old script, just different lies You disappear without a trace Concealing the crimes on your face In darkness, you're all

Shawty, she open I got her soaking We could just stay low key Everything okay I think I found my new bae In the city where she stay She look like she from LA I might hit her with this work Make her feel like I'm her first

(Bury us all) My time to stand This is my chance This is our chance I see them coming with shrouds to bury us all Before we were, before we were born they shaped our lives Leading us into an unmarked grave in moments Moments life could end so I will

God ain't gonna getcha for that He's much too busy with the guys in the black hats There's nothin' wrong with a man and a woman flirtin' with a honky-tonk moon God ain't gonna pay no attention If we're just makin' use of his invention Come on, baby don't

Just you and I Walking in the moonlight Music is playing in the darkness And a lantern goes swinging by Shadows flickering my heart's jittering Not tonight come tomorrow When everything's sunny and bright (Sunny and bright) No no no come tomorrow 'cause

I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here I wake up in the mornin' in a lonely ice and bed Thinkin' 'bout the nightmare that just played in my head I think of all the things I miss Like moments that we share a kiss so dear I search your

This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas In the war zone with the hittas I'ma pop up on you in the latest Count my racks up, take a little dope Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)

Honey, I'm home and I had a hard day Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way Rub my feet, gimme something to eat Fix me up my favorite treat Honey, I'm back, my head's killing me I need to relax and watch TV Get off the phone, give the dog a bone Hey! Hey!