Everybody, are you with me? Let that igloo cooler mark your piece of paradise Everybody's feeling sexy Holler if you're ready for some summer nights Things start getting all heated up When it starts getting cool, yeah

There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

Work hard, work hard 'Cause I work hard for mine yeah (work hard) 'Cause I work hard for mine Work hard, work Dropped out of school I didn't graduate (you know I didn't graduate) But I still got the M's on my plate (the M&M way) Mama ain't really have a

That's the story of That's the glory of love Give a little, take a little And let your little heart just cry a little Y'all, I know what I'm talking about Sigh a little, yeah, cry just a little And let that old wind just blow right on by a little, yeah I

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I am riding high If I can touch the sky Say yeah yeah yeah yeah Now I hope it stays and last forever I risk to fall just to know how it feels to fly But wings don't hear me out Don't want to come down

That's compelling you on, yeah Cascading waves of emotion Cascading over us still From leaving feelings unspoken The way we always will Just keep going strong With whatever it is, yeah Don't be afraid when I'm gone Keep whatever it is, yeah

I am, I am, I am I am that I am You cannot move I at all I said, I am that I am You can't move I at all I'm not in this world To live up to your expectations Neither are you here to live up to mine, yeah I don't owe no one

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

Remember cuddles in the kitchen Yeah, to get things off the ground And it was up, up and away That on a day like today when you're all argumentative And you've got the face on Oh, but it's right hard to remember Now then Mardy Bum I see your frown And

Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga (yeah) Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, run it up Got a bitch to get the bread 'cause the bank playin' Dope boy, count, count, dope boy, count, count (yeah) That's when I have some cool water that I whip slow