How many drinks would it take you to leave with me? You look good, we came to party, but I don't wanna waste my time We both know that we're grown That's why I wanna know Yeah you look good, and I got money but I don't wanna waste my time Back of my

What have we to show? Barren feelings and dust for crow We can't ever know When it's time to go That's the way to see the end Glowing out along the river bend It's not goodbye my only friend Yesterday started over again

That's how we do Uh huh uh huh What you always say, and what you do, it don't matter, long as we go Every every day we always play, we alway with some classy

When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to

So what game shall we play today? How about the one where you don't get your way? And even if you do, that's o.k., Dinner at eight, that sounds fine, I suppose it means you'll turn up round nine, Bought a bunch of flowers just for her, She says the

I won't show my face here anymore But even if we won't admit it to ourselves We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else These streets are yours, you can keep them All that's left behind I don't want them They pull me back, and I surrender To

While my guitar gently weeps Still my guitar gently weeps. I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping I don't know why nobody told you How to unfold your love I don't know how someone controlled

Maybach Music Yo this Chris Rock I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose That's how we do it That's all we do Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop

Used to not be allowed in the building But now we on the rooftop Lotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes When you putting in work, that's how it goes Alota shit done change New clothes new cars new things Them same boys that used to be at the bottom Came

Either way we need to be happy Tell me, is this thing on? How do we keep it true? How do I keep you real to me, into me? Without it faking it, too What do we have to try? When everything is too loose 'Cause it always is just me and you That's the hardest