Under the redlight, you mean, ain't no stopping here? She told me that's right You want all of my attention, no at ease Told me what you want, I get you on your knees I got so much work overseas they need the visa My neck, my wrist, looking flashy like

I got the mad man blues Man don't you know, don't you know I go home at night about half past four All that knocking on my door I love these women, gonna treat them right Ain't gonna fuss and ain't gonna fight You beg me now baby and not before I'm gonna

I got a test for you You said you want my heart Well baby you can have it all I got a lot of boys And we can make you right And if you get too high (That north north, that up top, that OVO and that XO)

When the storm hits your front door, with a roar you can't ignore, When the days turn into night, you don't got no chance to fight, I hope some day, when I'm dead and gone, We learn to right, everything that's wrong, With loving hands, turn sick to

I got plans tonight And you, you know what I like And you're approaching me right But I gotta make sure it's right for me But you gotta work that thing right for me So take the stage just show me what you got Feeling lucky let me touch your spot Might be

We're gonna be alright Baby you just gotta make up your mind Oh yeah, oh yeah Baby, don't you know All o'them tears gon' come and go That every little thing is gonna be alright We decide it Baby don't you know

I'm in that kind of mood I'm gonna say what I need If it's the last thing I do I do, I do, I do I've thrown my hat in the ring I've got nothing to lose With you, with you, with you I'll go under your wing I'll slot right in between the

N-now th-that that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man I've been waiting all night now That's how long I been on ya I need you

Suck my dick, you fucking suck man You're such a nice guy, a nice guy You're faithful, you don't lie After the club, you go back home right Right, sike I don't, I don't got much self control, I hope that you run it I hope that your heart get hit by a

But come on, come on down Sweet Virginia Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes Wadin' through the waste stormy winter And there's not a friend to help you through Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs Drop your reds, drop your greens and