Rather be with you You-oo, you-oo I'd rather be with you What you rather be tonight? Would you rather Good, bad, dark, light Doesn't matter what we do, 'cause I'd rather be with you Doesn't matter who is who, 'cause I'd rather be with you Eat a bad apple

And its really cold outside You know I hate bein' alone Bet I'll get you right You know my roommates ain't home Brown skin honey, said won't you creep into my bedroom? You lookin' real good now, tell me what it do I heard you got a girl though, what's it

Kind of glue that sticks this world together Hands of steel and cradle of the Promised Land But there's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer God bless the working man Average Joe, average pay Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, and a

Good to go, good to go Fresh kicks (all day) new fits (all right) Drop hits (all day) then party (all night) Walk wit a limp, and I talk wit a lingo Party with a buncha bad girls in a Pinto Run up on a motherfucker wit a dull pencil Sharpen up a #2 on

Sometimes I wonder if you even know And turn that nigga that you with right back into your friend though We already wasted too much time And your time is the only thing I wish was mine I think I'm ready to jump out the window How much you worth, I gotta

Shoot you with desire My gun's for hire The word is out that I'm about And I've come gunning for you I'm a real entertainer, a mischief maker A lover of no fixed abode Quick draw on the floor No law give you more Sweet talker, lover of sin

And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothing at all So tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late? I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight up But who will lean if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you know She the type to seek love and make it

Big, body, Benz, damn Cookies, perc-ys, mollies, Xans Frostbite, spotlight, cheat code, G-code Diamonds, gold, neck, woah Pipe up this bitch If she is basic I pipe up your bitch Make it dark in this bitch Don’t worry 'cause I got some light on my wrist

Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I Always hear when you sigh Never in my wordland Could there be ways to reveal In a phrase how I feel Have you ever heard two turtle doves Bill and coo when they love? That's the kind of magic Music we make with our lips

All that wasted time I wonder if you ever think about it like I do Seven kids on my two lane road After all this time it still feels so good When I think about those summer nights Singing out the window, on the back roads, Sweet Child of Mine Sipping on