Don't let goodbyes come too easy Love me, just let me know that you need me Broken home baby Love me, I'll teach you how to love me, love me I can never blame you No one ever taught you how to love right No one ever taught you how to stand by When it’s

Put your hair in the air Come on baby Let's go crazy We ain't never gonna stop Put your hair in the air (hair up) We don't care (hair up) Hair in the air, hair in the air Put your hair

Baby just come to me Tell me what's goin' on Baby I love you so I never let you go Waiting for warm embrace I'm living in the space Be what you want to be Tell me what's going on I'm looking for your face Don't break my heart tonight

As long as you're in it Wherever we go, whatever we do As good as it gets, gets better with you As long as you're in it, girl So baby let's ride There ain't nothing missing in this life I'm living It's just an old '88 four door, banged out floorboard A

Rock you sweet And if we get on a roll Start feeling something deep Baby just let go And I'll rock you, rock you sweet Just holding your hand, while the sea breeze blows And the waves roll in, swaying those boats Girl it makes me think I'd like to rock

You know I love you I need your soul So happy I just want to let everybody know But in the mean time let me say what's on my mind Baby I think we've got something special Girl you and me together will take over the world That I think we've got something

We can't wait 'til tomorrow You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it? I knew that when I met you, I'm not gonna let you runaway (And we're all just runaways) Blonde hair blowin' in the summer wind A blue-eyed girl playing in the sand

Yeah, let's make a movie (all night, yeah) Baby, just you and me (all night, yeah) Let's make a movie (all night, yeah) Girl, take off your lingerie We gon' have some fun today All I need's a photo Of you standing there with no clothes I'ma give you what

Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby Why you, why you, why you checking, if you're over it Why you, why you say, "Let go," if you're still holding it? And I'm say I'm okay but I guess I'm a liar You say you're okay but I saw that you liked

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew Yes any time you want to All this money got my mind gone Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music Nigga let's