Whoot whoot whoot whoooo I ain't the one for you Oh oh oh oh If you really want to find Someone to get some behind And if you really want to know Boy you need a silly ho To do whatever you want to do

Under the redlight, you mean, ain't no stopping here? She told me that's right You want all of my attention, no at ease Told me what you want, I get you on your knees I got so much work overseas they need the visa My neck, my wrist, looking flashy like

Even on sunny days, sunny days Paris don't compare to your smile What I have when I'm there with you Know-it-all's around me Telling me what I need They don't know enough about me I know you're probably worried So girl I try to hurry Right back to your

(Sista soul) You must be my soul sista, soul sista, you my You must be my soul sista, soul sista, hey sis La da, da, da It's all in her eyes, you and me Words just disguise all the things that you need What is deep, it's deeper than skin So Lord only

And I got you now, I'm not alone All I need in this life is one From the altar to the grave Trying to find a way, getting better every day And only savior of masochists It's the last days of our life and faith, amen Well, it's the dead end, slave One

All that you wanted, and all that you needed Was a side of me I never let you see And I wish I could love you and make you believe it That's all you ever wanted, from me 'Cause that's all you ever wanted You gave me chances and I let you down You waited

'When all is said and done, there's just you and me.' Please come out tonight I need you here Its been a long, long time and I can't wait Let's find out, let's see what it's like out there If it rains we'll find somewhere, somewhere dry and warm You'll

Love me leave me left me numb She's so bad she's good for me Draw your guns One night is all she needs Did you have your fun This girl knows ways you won't believe, oh Just being honest You can't tie me down Life is a short trip

You're always summer breaking Summer is gone (See how they play) (You're gonna need someone to break your fall) Driving through Ghost-town Metal horses a thousand feet high Pulling your top down In the back of some pretty boy's ride

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,