Rambling out of the wild west Leaving the towns I love best Thought I'd seen some ups and down down 'Till I come into New York town People going down down to the ground Building going up to the sky Wintertime in New York town The wind blowing snow around Walk

Have I been holding on too strong? Is it our heavy handed love Keeping us from moving on? I'm not ready to go tonight Maybe I'm coming off all wrong It's only getting harder Talking to you without falling down down And this house keeps getting darker We used

Go, go, go, go (Dance off) I challenge you to a dance off Get down down the floor Get down down the, get down down the floor, go Get down down the floor, do it Come on and get down down the floor, go Hands off, no trash talk, no back walk

(I can't wait) Sit down down and talk talk for a minute Go outside and take a walk for a minute I can't wait It's you and me me It's you and me me What's this feeling taking over me me Baby that's love and it ain't no stopping it I don't know as far as the eyes can see

Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down down, bust it down down Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy Talk Talk to me me nice, show you what these Bentley 'bout, whoa Pipe down down, throwin' up shots First we

No one ever thought up in the streets that I could hold it down down Even with all this weight on me me couldn't bring me me down Go ahead and keep hatin' on me me So I can wave Talkin' that shit while I bring that heat and now I hold the crown Hi to the haterz (hi to

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

Daddy don't pray anymore He used to fold his hands and bow his head down down to the floor I guess he's finished talking to the lord But daddy don't pray anymore I remember even when the times were bad He thanked jesus for everything he had For a good wife

It's the House Rent Boogie I come home last Friday, talk talk to the woman that I lost my job She says, don't confront me me and so I have my rent next Friday And next Friday come, I didn't have the rent and out the door I went Come here now, y'all, right 'cross

You better slow down down When I was a young boy Well they tried to tell me me That I was movin' Movin' way too fast And I knew everything About everything But I really didn't wanna listen To a bunch of old folks talkin' trash