You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

Right moves Yeah, yeah, yeah, you got the Chills are running up my spine 'Cause you got me to feel All the thoughts I made up in my head, you've made them real Christina, ya dun kno nobody can test, you're da best You know what I mean?

There's gonna be no future If we don't figure this out (Come onto mama, come on, mama) Come to mama Tell me who hurt ya Oh, come tomorrow Who are you gonna follow? The only prisons that exist are ones we put each other in Why do we gotta tell each other

Look what I get Look what I get for bein' loyal Look what I get for bein' real You made me heartless Look what I get for bein' true This what I get for lovin' you This what I get for bein' true Look what I get for lovin' you You got my number, so don't

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city Got to get a grip If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip I can't explain how to be a fat city You gotta live large, gotta

(Wild about ya baby) Crazy 'bout ya baby What makes your big head so hard? Walk with my baby She got great big feet

Help me baby, ain't no stranger Yeah, you got satin shoes Yeah, you got plastic boots Y'all got cocaine eyes Yeah, you got speed-freak jive Can't you hear me knockin' on your window Can't you hear me knockin' on your door Can't you hear me knockin' down

Play this shit in the club for me, for me, for me (for me) I just ran hunnid yard dash You spent too much cash Screw your Goyard bags I knew that you wouldn't last (no way) I'm in physics class I knew that you wouldn't ask She got too much (shh, what?)

I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'mma wipe my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out

Check one two three This is Benny on the dispatch. Yo! Atención, yo, attention! It’s Benny, and I’d like to mention I’m on the microphone this mornin’ Honk ya horn if you want it! Okay, we got traffic on the west side Get off at 79th, and take the left