He won't leave me alone I used ta do a little but a little wouldn't do So the little got more and more I just keep tryin' ta get a little better Said a little better than before We been dancin' with Mr. Brownstone He's been knockin'

Move bitch, a nigga need a little space Ayy, damn this beat got bass I been on the fo' block, I been on the A Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank What you think I do? I buy more drugs and

I love my baby like a bull dog loves his bone Last night she got crazy, called me up on the phone Said, "Come on over, daddy 'Cause I hates drinkin' alone" Said, "I had me a little and I had to have a little more Try to get up, could not get out the door

I can sabotage me by myself I try to keep going but it's not that simple I think I'm a little bit caught in the middle Gotta keep going or they'll call me a quitter I don't need no help Don't need no one else Yeah, I'm caught in the middle And I'm just a

Dream baby, dream baby, dream baby All I had to do was Give me just a little bit longer Give me just a little bit stronger Give me just a little big longer Give me just one more try I said all I wanna do, is Come up in that coupe And the Wraith, it got

He won't leave me alone I used ta do a little but a little wouldn't do So the little got more and more I just keep tryin' ta get a little better Said a little better than before We been dancin' with Mr. Brownstone He's been knockin'

Choose your battles, babe I am not fighting anymore If you wanna go, then go If you wanna stay then stay 'Cause I don't wanna fight no more, baby Why you trying to make me your enemy All I really need is a little peace I just wanna be your lover Oh, this

I'll keep on rolling down this road But I've got a bad, bad feeling One night to you Lasted six weeks for me Just a bitter little pill now Just to try to go to sleep No more waking up to innocence Say hello to hesitance

But I like it, I love it, I want some more of it I try so hard, I can't rise above it Don't know what it is 'bout that little gal's lovin' Spent forty-eight dollars last night at the county fair I threw out my shoulder but I won her that teddy bear

You want more (why?) A little party never hurt no one You're so Art Deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, cold and unsure Baby, you're so ghetto You're looking to score When they all say hello You try to ignore them 'Cause you want more