Look how they shine for you Look at the stars And it was all yellow Oh yeah your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful Oh what a thing to do For you I'd bleed myself dry And everything you do

C'mon I got something for ya (GUNSHOT) Always around when you call Always around leave the fun Turn around shit's enough Believe me 'dey won't get funk C'mon I got something for ya Cho! Must be Kardinal! Yo! J.A. (Yeah!) T Dot (Ho!) New York (Yeah!)

Look how they shine for you Look at the stars Oh yeah your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And everything you do Yeah they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do

That you're in love with me I, I'm hooked on a feeling I'm high on believing All the good love When we're all alone Keep it up girl Yeah, you turn me on And I'm high on believin' I can't stop this feeling

Is it really picture perfect? Well I'ma wait my turn then 'cause I know we gon' burn it Yeah, picture perfect I, I, I apologize for the times that he hurt you Realize it, you know he don't deserve you If you were mine, girl, I'd show you what you're

Watching you turn, you turn You turn, you turn the heat on You turn every little bit of me on A little drawl when you talk, little wiggle in your walk The way you moving it, yeah you got me losing it You've got, you've got me feeling four sheets To the

It ain't my fault It ain't my fault you keep turning me on Oh my God, what is this Want you all in my business No I-I-I-I, can't be responsible If I-I-I-I, get you in trouble now See you're-'re-'re-'re, too irresistible Yeah, that's for sure So if I put

Yeah o yeah Basic instinct I'm a black black dad I'm a black black dad See I was out buying Chanel bags While I was doing that you turned up your swag, you got me Yup, call me slippin forget your hustle on, shawty I ain't trippin I been in the game since

I can't get enough, yeah Moving my body All night long and do it again I keep turning it up, yeah The music is taking me higher I'm feeling inspired Don't want you to stop it We dance in the streets We rock to the beat

That's just what you do When you're at the bottom It sure could drain a man About as empty as these beer cans Yeah, this time it's it, I'm callin' it quits I'm not turnin' her on anymore She packed up the same ol' stuff And slammed the same ol' door And