Well it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise Well don't go around tonight I see the bad moon arising I see trouble on the way I see earthquakes and lightnin' I see those bad times today Don't go around tonight I hear hurricanes a

Baby, I think I love you today I think I love Every single little crack on your face Even our most casual embrace You don't have to try 'Cause I've made up my mind Remember that time You threw a can of beer at me like a stone You drunk too much wine

On the sunny side of the street Grab your coat Just direct your feet I used to walk in the shade With gold dust at my feet Grab your hat, baby Leave your worries on the doorstep Can't you hear a pitter-pat, babe? And that happy tune is your step

She has no idea, no idea That I'm even here, I'm even here I'm standing here, I'm standing here I'm standing here Every time you come around You put a lightning bolt on my face Baby, everytime you come around Girl, you take my breath away And I just

Hey, so what you wanna do? She's 'bout to go in She likes that low end Damn, her ass is so big Just keep it bumping Peaches and cream Uh oh, there she go, that's that look all on her face Shorty dancin' like she knows she's the baddest in the place Hey,

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Well, I'm not talkin' bout locking down forever, baby. That would be too demanding. I'm just talkin' bout two lonely people who might reach a little understanding. I'm not talkin' bout knocking out heaven with whether we're wrong or we're right. I'm not

She's just waiting for the summertime when the weathers fine She could hitch a ride out of town And so far away from that low town good for nothing mistake making fool With excuses like baby that was a long time ago But that's just a euphemism if you

I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po The moment, squeeze the trigga of the fo fo I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin' that Get 'em in the club when that shit

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up