It's alright Don't forget your second wind You're only human Sooner or later you'll feel that momentum kick in You're having a hard time and lately you don't feel so good You're getting a bad reputation in your neighborhood Sometimes that's what it takes

As it's getting later Heading for the corner And oh, don't let me see you crying 'Cause oh, honey, I'll smoke you 'til I'm dying Early in the morning Just trying to let the sun in And open up my eyes Already running dry

Motherfucker, don't play with me Play, play, play, play Play, play, play, play (women, don't play no games) I'm moving on, I'm getting paid I'm on my own, I had some space to deal with it I'm moving on, it's getting late Go and grab someone and find a

We'll be up all night Keeping up the moon I just wanna dance, baby dance with you We gonna scream and shout until sunrise We won't close it down I know the lights are out, I know it's getting late But you're still young and we're wide awake I've never

It's so lonely in the six right now I know you see It's getting late and I'm tired, yeah yeah Stuck on the east side, baby Tryna stay outta trouble, but it follows me And you know it I just want peace, babe And I just want you, babe

Come back home What a beautiful time we had together, Now it's getting late and we must leave each other, yeah Just remember the time we had, And how right I tried to be, It's all in a day's work, Losing your love, acting foolishly, hey Go on and take

Let's dance like we're making love Making love It's really late You're getting closer and the lights off Your body is in sync to the beat of my heart And I can feel your nature rising wild and wild on you Sweat dripping from my body, we both at this

I got a radio and a shotgun seat It's time for me to take you home girl I don't know who brought you here and he left you alone And it's getting late Hey there honey, in your cut up jeans Whatcha drinkin' I was thinkin' you could save a sip for me I've

I'm the generator Firing whenever you quit Yeah, whatever it is You go out and it's on Yeah can't you hear my motored heart You're the one that started it Lately I'm getting better Wish I could stay sick with you But there's too many egos left to bruise

Will be the end of the road So I guess the driveway Let the credits start to roll I tried it your way But I got nothing to show And the story's getting old For us it's too late Nothing hurts like losing