Ain't that a lot of love for two hearts to have and hold Somebody, somebody tell tell me Woman, ain't that a kindness Baby, ain't that a kindness Somebody, somebody please You You gotta gotta dig it baby Yes, yes, yes know the deserts couldn't hold all the love that I

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

Fuck what they heard, tell 'em, mind they business If you you want it, baby, I'll go and get it Treat it like a pony, the way you you ride that shit Know you you love a nigga, you ain't gotta gotta hide that shit Get in that pussy and I'm never leavin' with it You You a real

Ounces of weed Got your own If you you at my table Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Uh, long days, gotta recharge to run the play Paper straight, come up with bars to get us paid Major weight make it hard for them to imitate Rolex tell tell the daytime and the date

Long enough now I'm strong enough To know you you gotta gotta go There's no more to say So save your breath No matter what I I hear you you say I'm telling you you Strong enough and I I quite crying I I don't need your sympathy There's nothing you you can say or do for me

And I'm a man of my word, that I I got nothing at all So tell tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late? I'm a man of my law, I I gotta keep my weight up But who will lean if I I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you know She the type to seek love and make it

I I can feel it ah-ah You You know I I said it's true Can you you feel it too I I can feel the love I I gotta tell tell you (tell you you) I I can feel it You You know I I said Na-na-na-na No, oh, oh, yeah

Yo yo this is the remix hello, shhhh Listen up, I I gotta few words to tell tell you It is 5 in the morning, I'm feelin' kinda lonely On top of that I'm horny, and I I need u here with me Did I I mention I I can't sleep? you're always in my dreams Y si no estas

I've got new rules, I I count 'em I've gotta gotta tell them to myself You You ain't getting over him One, don't pick up the phone You You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in Three, don't be his friend You You know you you're gonna wake up

Be careful who you you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you you gotta gotta look her in the eye, And you you gotta gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you you know it's out of your control?