And it's not tonight (Ooh) When I'm set alight (Ooh) I'm blinking so (Ooh) Your blinding light (Ooh) Oh, let's not tonight (Ooh) When you hold me tight (Ooh) Light the fire bright (Ooh) Let it blaze alright (Ooh) Oh you're good to me

Soon as I thought I was having a good time This nigga think he slick See, everybody trying hit me with the homie convo And the homie convo Turn into the money convo (I ain't gon' beat around the bush my nigga Let a nigga borrow a couple hundred dollars

And I ain't in my feelings, I'm out but I let you say that you're the good guy Here we go, again, from heroes to villains Used to be your Romeo, but we were both were jilted A couple of times, so we had a slippery slope to deal with But still it gave me

And you can let your hair down, eh But you gotta keep your head up, oh I know it's hard, know it's hard To remember sometimes Keep your head up, oh Oh, you'll turn out fine Fine, oh, you'll turn out fine You gotta keep your head up, oh, The sun will

Why don't we turn off the phones, get somewhere alone? I'll trace that smile on your face, 'til the stars fade away Baby, cut off the lights, let our hands talk tonight There's things that need to be said, we can't say it in a text Got good love to be

Ooh, when life moves this slowly Ooh, just try and let it go Mommy's in the kitchen cooking up something good And daddy's on the sofa, pride of the neighborhood My brother's in the ballet, it seems he's got it set And I'll be up at midnight with my

Ay ay ay, aye Just can't stop dancing So don't let go, let go of me Don't let go, let go of me I just can't stop dancing Don't wanna jinx it Spin around now Down now, to the floor now

Let's not take it slow Say you just want to wait and see it all unfold But baby when you find what you're seeking Something you can believe in you just got to go So let's not take it slow I don't want to take it slow A charcoal heart that you can't

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

Smooth as the hickory wind That blows from Memphis Down to Apalachicola It's hi y'all did ya eat well Don't let this old goat cross With the southern voice Come on in I'm Sure glad to know ya It's cicadas making noise