Please don't cry, cry You're a cutie, you're beautiful Baby, beauty doesn't cry You been filled with tension, I been watchin' What I'm saying is you got it I don't know why you let them tear drops run out of your socket Lemme tell you why, why Beauty

Tryin' to leave here, but you won't let me leave Sayin' that if I care what they think, I'll never succeed I won't leave here, if you promise to me I've got my hair, body, face (face) Hair, body, face for you (Hair, body, face, for you, triple threat, do

This your favorite song When they put it on Girl I know you know it's all about you I ain't saying no names But you know what I'm saying I can tell it by the way that you move I bet you think this song is about you Got a room full of fly girls Got a

Dialin' your number Hopin' that you just might wanna come over I might have said a little too much When I got a good buzz You know I say a lot of things When I've been drinkin' Can't be held responsible for what I was sayin' But I don't think before I

Jus' to redeem your love that's exactly what I need I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt (Its kinda hard sayin' this shit to ya face) (So I do it over snares and bass) (Music take me away) Yeah yeah its kinda hard sayin' this shit to ya face So I do

Left me to love What it's doing to me Baby's got some new rules What about me? I sat there looking ugly Looking ugly and mean I knew what you were saying You were saying to me Baby, said she's had it with me

Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that) You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that) You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme) I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac,

Hot line I got some conversation I can be your operator Baby you should call me later Because you are so fine I hope that your not playing Cause I'm loving what you're saying Baby don't ya keep me waiting Call me up hot-line

It's a lovely day today Is something that can be done by two It's a lovely day And it can only be done by one There is nothing more to say Except it's a lovely day for saying So whatever you've got to do You've got a lovely day to do it in, that's true

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets