You're my velvet Elvis, baby You're my velvet Elvis, I ain't never gonna take you down Making everybody jealous when they step into my house Soft to the touch, feels like love, knew it as soon as I felt it All I ever wanted was something classic The kind

And I'm so crazy I might fuck you at the red light Baby, when you mine, I'ma want it err'night Fuck you at the red light When I'm with you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (it feels like) At the red light, at the red light Even though you ain't my only So, so with

Rumor has it, ooh Rumor has it, ooh, She, she ain't real She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will She is a stranger You and I have history Or don't you remember Sure, she's got it all But, baby, is that really what you want

Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich Last night I didn't come home, my bitch probably think I was cheating She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low They tryna ride my wave, I had

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

You spend your lonely days lookin' for someone I just want to be the one that makes your river run I know it ain't so fun bein all alone And I know you wonder when you'll find yourself a home You ain't foolin' no one baby

They holler at me, but it’s you, you, this ain’t high school Me and my crew, we can slide through Give it to you whenever you want, whip it whenever you want Baby it’s yours Baby it’s your world, ain’t it? He said he came from Jamaica, he owned a couple

I'm trying to let these demons out Baby, you know me too well Baby, I'm blacking out Once we get it going, we don't stop She moving like a fool it All that ass, let me show you what to do it I ain't slipping that's the rules with it Baby, is you fooling

One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer I ain't seen my baby since night before last Gettin' high Knocked out And by the time Hey mister bartender, come here I want another drink and I want it now My baby, she gone, she been gone two night And then I sit

Kick it back, find a good song on the radio, 'Til we get lost in a sunset falling Lay a blanket by the creek Where the moon peeks over that sycamore tree No one watching Now there ain't nothing wrong, baby, you and I Gettin' down to some up all night And