Aye, nigga, what that work like? Aye, bitch, what that work like? You know me, I've been trappin' with it all night Niggas wanna take it there, we can take it there all night 'Bout your money, you've been trappin' with it all night Bitches wanna take it

I'm all over it now No I won't come back And I can't say how glad I am about that 'Cause I worked and I cursed and I cried Hello innocence Though it seems like we've been friends for years I'm finishing How I wish I had never begun

I'm gonna see you there I'm gonna see you there, lay Where we can be natural, lay Where your heart is strong I'm workin' on the high hope And if it all works out, you might just see me Or hear from me in a while I'm gonna make it across this tight rope

Come a little closer baby I feel like layin' you down So come a little closer baby I feel like lettin' go I feel like strippin' it down On a bed of sweet surrender Where we can work it all out There ain't nothin' that love can't fix Girl it's right here

Come a little closer baby So come a little closer baby I feel like layin' you down I feel like lettin' go I feel like strippin' it down I feel like layi'n you down On a bed of sweet surrender Where we can work it all out There ain't nothin' that love

I'm a hard, hard workin man I got it all on the line For a peace of the promised land I'm burnin' my candle at both ends 'Bout the only way to keep the fire goin' Is to outrun the wind I'm a hard workin' man I wear a steel hard hat I can ride, rope,

Oh, off across the room, she sits alone... Pretty as a picture, sadder than a sad song. Well, I'll do whatever it takes, try whatever works. I can't just sit here and watch her hurt. While she's so sad, while Mr Right did her wrong, I'll give her one

Can you handle it Baby can you handle We gon' tear it up We gon' set it off I can handle it I can go there baby with you Can I go there baby with you We gon' set it out We gon' work it out

Tudutudutudu, fuck you too Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes Never wear your heart on

We can work it out, We can work it out. Try to see it my way, Life is very short, and there's no time For fussing and fighting, my friend. I have always thought that it's a crime, So I will ask you once again. Only time will tell if I am right or I am