Slow it down, Angie come back to bed Rest your arms, and rest your legs I feel her filth in my bones Wash off my hands 'til it’s gone The walls they’re closing in With velvet curtains Some love was made for the lights Some kiss your cheek and goodnight

What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine too If you shake my hand better count your fingers What if I do get caught? What if there is no judgment? If I'm right I lose nothing, if you're right I lose it all I ought to get caught because I'm doing

Touching her, staring in her eyes? Tell me, do I ever, do I ever cross your mind When you run your hands through her hair like you did to mine? Tell me, do I ever, do I ever cross your mind? Oh, oh, oh, oh Mind, oh, oh, oh, oh Do I ever, do I ever cross

Let's chase away, the storms and the rain And the days of dark (oh oh oh) Your hand in mine, there's no better time Let's raise a glass, to the pain of the past And never look back on these broken hearts Right where horizon, the sun started shining So

I'll meet you there (Lo-lo-lo-love) This time and next time, you know I'll meet you there So you go your way and I'll go mine And if we're meant to, I'll meet you there We can't speed up the hands of time But if we're meant to, (lo-lo-lo-love)

With no makeup Don't have to curl my hair up All this booty here mine I'mma dolla worth a dime Real bosses stand up Ladies throw your hands up And say I know I'm cute I know I'm fly You ask me why

Turn the lights off When your lips touch mine I'm born again If I never get to heaven, hell I've already been Lead me to salvation, girl I'm down on my knees Slide your jeans off And put your hands on me From the crazy batch that made me Put your hands

No, I cannot forgive you yet I should have known You leave my heart in debt Though I cannot forgive you yet One thing is for certain Lay your hands in mine Heal me one last time I should have known that it would end this way I should have known there was

I've just begun It's about that time, gotta get mine You can't kill me 'Cause I'm already inside you Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war! Enemy, show me what you wanna be I can handle anything Even if I can't handle you!

Well, my left hand's free Well, your left hand's free Pick a petal eenie meenie miney moe And, flower, you're the chosen one And your right's in a grip With another left hand Watch his right hand slip Towards his gun, oh, no Hey, shady baby, I'm hot like