I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe (o-o-o-o-o-oh) That you are the remedy That you are the remedy (o-o-o-o-o-oh) (You are, you are, yeah) I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe O-o-o-o-o-oh I got nothing but time for you Feeling so high on

Can you whisper The bittersweet between my teeth Trying to find the in-betweens Fall back in love eventually Yeah yeah yeah yeah We're only young and naive still We require certain skills The mood it changes like the wind Hard to control when it begins

But darling I'm a mess without your love Yeah I'll try to make our hearts beat in time, Even though your rhythm might not be with mine Heaven knows I'm trying, I'm trying to get by This might be wrong, but he's all I know He's all I know And most times I

I need to feel that radio activity Want you to be the heartbeat inside of me? Yeah, I need to feel that radio activity Come with me, this is the sound of the young and free Come with me, you'll break the law if you come with me This is the sound of the

I wanna go home with you Home with you Why don't we find somewhere quiet? Too many cooks in the kitchen Too many fools here listening Yeah, we can do whatever you want to Come on and set the mood Yeah, we can go as slow as you want to

You win my love Oh, but if you want to win it You win my soul You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

Yeah, alright, alright, alright, hey Watch how I put it down Just wanna keep all your attention baby (Get on that thang and represent) (Get on that thang, get on that thang) I be representin', representin' Hey can I grab the wheel and drive you crazy Sit

Distorted, distorted records Distorted records I can feel the bass, from the ceiling to the basement I don't feel a thing, get the fuck up out my face, bitch I don't feel a thing, yeah I'm faded, yeah I'm shaded I don't feel a thing, I can feel the bass,

Ya know what I mean Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Let me tell ya a little something, Yeah, alright Busta 1995, this year I want One of them Crazy, Sexy-Cool women Ya know what I'm sayin' One of them real crazy, just sexy

I wanna move. Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Seven Thirty Seven comin' out of the sky. Oh! Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride, Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand,