We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah I put my hand on the stove, to see if I still bleed Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free Some day, some day I've been tryin' to make you love me But everything I try just takes you further from

Do it without ya Be here without ya! There’s no way I can make it without you Be here without ya It’s no fun when you’re doing it solo With you it’s like whoa! Yeah and I know I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I own this dream Cause I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I got you with me!

You're going down with me baby if I fall If I fall you're going down with me You can't take back every little chill you give me You're going down with me baby heart and all ooh yeah Was it the pull of the moon now baby That led you to my door You say the

Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Runnin' to-and-fro, hard workin' at the mill Never fail in the mail, yeah, come a rotten bill Salesman talkin' to me, tryin' to run me up a creek Says

Be perfect for you Yeah, I cannot be perfect for you So love me, or leave me alone Yeah, yeah, oh oh And it's true I can't seem to shake it loose 'Cause all this insecurity's hurtin' me Tired of tryin' to be perfect for you

I've got the stuff that you want I've got the thing that you need I've got more than enough To make you drop to your knees Cause I'm the queen of the night The queen of the night Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Don't make no difference if I'm wrong or I'm right

My grandma was a wise old soul Took me by the hand not long ago Said, "Son, what's your hurry, boy slow it down Taste the wild honey, listen to the sound Of the wind that's blowin' through the trees Rivers flowin' to the sea Yeah they're all headin' home

Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the boss and I'm an old romantic doing favors, don't look good on paper But when she looks behind these eyes, girl I can see the psyche, and baby I like it Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the, old romantic doing

Girl it ain't a thang over here Blowing money fast over here Popping champagne over here, oh yeah Girl it ain't a thang over here, oh yeah Blowing money fast over here, oh yeah Blowing all this cash on this side Girl this summer, you'll be looking for

What these bitches want from a nigga? Want from meeeee, want from me What you want from me? Want from me I gave it all I got, I won't let you get the best of me, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Before this rapping I wanted to be a kingpin On the corner with niggas