You should be here, standing with your arm around me here Cutting up, cracking a cold beer Saying cheers, hey y'all it's sure been a good year It's one of those moments, that's got your name written all over it You should be here Aw you should be here

That's all over now Got my little red party dress on Get a little bit of Bourbon in 'ya Get a little bit suburban Because you're young, you're wild, you're free You're dancing circles around me You're fucking crazy Everybody knows that I'm the best

Tired of the runnin' Runnin' from the law Said I'm tired of the runnin' Baby you gotta believe me Baby ya gotta believe me I'm sittin' on my porch watchin the law As they ride past in their patrol cars So tell me why I feel the enemy They're supposed to

Change, and nothing stays the same Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground running Change, nothing stays the same Thought you'd never miss me 'Til I got a Fat City address Non-stop talker, what a rocker! Unchained, yeah you hit the ground running Unchained,

I'm somewhere between love I got feelings I don't trust I'm right in between love But maybe I need ya 'Cause it's harder than I thought Maybe I need ya But you always want too much Oh, fuck it, I need ya

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can I get an answer? Girl, I got a question for ya Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) You got me going crazy Oh, you deal with From the moment you was dancing in the party, pushing all on me Giving everything, you're giving

Get naked (would you mind?) (As long as you want it come with me we can do it baby, baby, baby) What ya tryin' to do, do, do Take it off Take it off (if I take it off) If ya like what ya see And your curiosity Won't you pay attention please

She's a bad mother funker She's a human sex machine She got the power to make you shake your rump Bad mother funker, y'all Release me from this funky spell you got me under I've even been called the eighth wonder of the world Tell 'em y'all I can funk

DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dikes But

Wishin' you were there alone Wonderin' how I ever got your little hand in mine Lookin' over at ya like "ain't she beautiful?" I'm invisible but I stand right there and smile You're right beside me, oh and I see the same thing they're seein' I'm just the