So let's, romance, yo stance, on me Take off, yo pants, cancel yo plans I ain't understand, you want a man To be ya friend, you need this shirt Feel you need some validation Ooh, mm, mhmm Make up your mind, I ain't the type to blow up your line

This whiskey got me feelin' pretty So pardon if I'm impolite I just really need your ass with me I'm sorry 'bout the other night And I know I could be more creative And come up with poetic lines But I'm turnt up off sizz' and "I love you" Is the only

What if I do love I'd have to lose everything just to find you Carolina, Caroline What if I don't? What if I don't Back and forth that voice of yours keeps me up at night Help me search to find the words that eat you up inside I go side to side like the

I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in) I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa with it

Wake up Ali Float and sting em like a bee Greatest to me I need a true friend to hold on the final round of tears and lonely nights Star of mine Just give me sign The light you shine My guide, along the line Dues to pay

What did I close in here? I can't remember ever shedding tears of spite On this ground, cropping up the fatal front line Like a soot-blackened palisade yet Impelled, void and abulic Legions delineate, an ominous skyline As lifeless demons without soul

The city lines are down The kerosene's run out The fact surreal We relied upon I shed this unclean skin And start to feel again No more, no more 'Cause all the shoulders I wish to cry on gone And on that day they'll tell you

Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood Old school Hollywood, baseball Jack Gilardi's ten feet tall Me and Frankie Avalon Old school Hollywood, Baseball Tony Danza cuts in line

Tell Him what you want Jesus is on that mainline Call Him up and tell Him what you want And if you're feeling down and out I know Jesus is on that mainline Well, the line ain't never busy Call Him up, call Him up, call Him up, call Him up Wo, that line

Baby run, cut a path across the blue skies Straight in a straight line You can't get here fast enough Find a truck and fire it up Lean on the gas and off the clutch Leave Dallas in the dust I need you in a rush So baby run