But now that you left me 'Till your well runs dry I keep missing my water And I want my water And I'm little thirsty, now In the beginning You really loved me, oh I was too blind I could not see, now

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight Just a touch of the fire burning so bright I don't want to push too far Just a shot in the dark that you just might Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life And I don't want to mess this thing up So baby

I still get jealous 'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful And everybody wants a taste That’s why (that’s why) I turn my cheer music up And I’m puffing my chest You can call me obsessed It’s not your fault that they hover I mean no disrespect

Comfortable silence is so overrated We haven't spoke since you went away Why won't you ever say what you want to say? Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too Even my phone misses your call, by the way Woke up alone in this hotel

Now and then, baby. Hey, I want you to know, I want to marry you. Isn't that what you want, too? I'm falling in love with you. It's the sugar so sweet, Kind I'd like to meet You at midnight And tell no one else about it.

For Gods sake, dear Please take my hand It's all I want Just say yes, just say there's nothing holding you back It's not a test, nor a trick of the mind Just say yes, 'cause I'm aching and I know you are too For the touch of your warm skin As I breathe

110 in the shade Iced tea won’t cut it And neither will lemonade I need a cold Budweiser on a bar stool And a jukebox by my dear Singing cold beer country 'Cause it’s cold beer country round here So dang hot you want to sit around naked Ain’t rained one

It took all the man in me To be the dog you wanted me to be Yeah let him feast my heart is big My heart is big, my blood will slide Head in the sand, feet in the clay And time is still like grease it slips Yes shall we take a spin again in business This

I'm coolin' but I'm booted I got thirty in my tooly I'm so smooth, don't need no lubricant Kodak making movies My lil homie he a foolie I be sticking, I be moving I'm the youngest nigga to do this shit You a lame, want to screw me You a lame that want to

You got niggas and I got bitches I want you, to turn up on me Every night when I see you Better recognize when I see you I really want you, you, you Hit the club for you, you, you Even look like Lauren London too I be tripping, but this money ain't Hit