(Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, ooh, ooh) Your confidence It's your confidence Please don't tell nobody 'bout this affair Baby, go and dutty whine it out, thank you, baby We might not make it to the room, from right here I love it when you tell me what to

Like violence you kill me Six bottles went down the drain One hours a waste of time I'd ask if you feel the same Still pushing that chance to try Your breath in this cool room chill Long hair that blows side to side You speak and make time stand still

Cunts watch their bodies, no room for make up I think he's tasted, tasted the watcher Aha shake taper jean girl with a motel face Aha shake bury your eyes in a secret place Aha shake black as night on a Sunday Heartbreak knockin' 'em down like the

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Hop into my spaceship coupe There's only room for two (Me and you) And with the top down We'll cruise around Land and make love on the moon And with the top of you wrapped up In my space lover cocoon

Nothing can shake me from your love, it's true No one can make me feel the things you do Oh no, oh no In this room With the light of the sun in my eyes Can't recall Where I am or what I did last night Though I try and I try

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

This is not for you Restless soul, enjoy your youth Like Muhammad hits the truth Can't escape from the common rule If you hate something, don't you do it, too Small my table, sits just two Got so crowded, I can't make room Oh, where did they come from?

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message And with that being said my nigga,

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream