Turn me loose Turn me loose, I, I, I gotta keep on movin' If you tell me stay I hate you Loose, two, three, four Turn me loose, you got my mind You got my body, you got my soul Turn me loose, I'm incomplete She got my heart, I'm out of control You tell

My mind's not right Well, my mind's not right Everything has all gone down wrong Abel, come on, give me the keys, man Turn around, turn around, take me back I can't calm down Yeah, I'm missing something My mind's gone loose inside the shell I see water

No no, yes I do (yes I do) Oh hip-shaking mama, I love you (I love) Holdin' on, holdin' on To keep on holdin' on, holdin' on (I can't, I can't turn you) (I can't turn you) (I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't turn you) You loose, no, no

That bad love (huh) Pure badness (huh) Take me away 'cause tonight is the night, I I'm ready to turn up Ge- get a likkle loose, ya girl Sip Ciroc with the juice, ya girl You nuh have no excuse, ya girl

The burden and the noose Just cut me loose Lost in thought Recounting the cost when sanity became askew When turning the pages of life concentrated On killing the sorrow that tears us in two A faded memory of what used to be It can't be mistaken, the

Easy come girl, easy go. Goodbye, farewell, so long, vaya con dios. Good luck, wish you well, take it slow. Says she's had enough of me, I've had enough of her too. I might as well go on and set her free, she's already turned me loose. No fault, no

So let me go, go Just let me go, go I'm just a bastard child, don't let it go to your head I'm just a waste of your time, maybe I'm better off dead They turn us loose in the night, a fucking Jekyll and Hyde We'll have the time of our lives although we're

'Cause I'm alive I'm a live wire Take my fist Break down walls You better turn me loose You better set me free 'Cause I'm hot young running free

Fly away, skyline pigeon fly Towards the dreams You've left so very far behind For just a Skyline Pigeon Dreaming of the open Waiting for the day That he can spread his wings And fly away again Turn me loose from your hands

'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do I guess the Lord made me hard to handle So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble So before you go and turn me on Be sure that you can turn me loose These old boots still got a lot of ground They ain't