Damn your eyes For taking my breath away For making me wanna stay For getting my hopes up high For making me fall in love again 'Cause with that look I know so well I fall completely under your spell I can do what I want I'm in complete control

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body And put

You can make it if you try Yeah, yeah, yeah (All together now) Time still creepin' 'Specially when you're sleepin' Wake up and go For what you know Push a little harder Think a little deeper

It's a lot of lust, not a lot of love Ay, bitch, not a lot of love Ay, but now they tell me I switched up Take this Backwood to the face, then grab my cup Ay, I stack it up, can't get enough Seen your shorty with you, she look at me and she blushed I'm a

Get up and fight I can't do this thing without you I'm lost in this without you We've gotta get up and fight I can't handle this without you Can't do it without you I see a change on the horizon Reasons to be frightened I am here to tell you

Up early in the morning, trapping (trap, trap) You can get 'em while you asking (ask) How many chickens? You can get 'em whichever way Nigga, trap turned Zaxby's (Zax) I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up) A hundred acres on the mansion (mansion) I

Dress me up in stitches It's now or never Tired of wearing black and blue They crawl along Dying to get my blood on you Blood on you I can be your right of way So we can get out of here I've always been the one

Miss you, sex on the couch, it was cool, it was basic Miss you, flyin' you out on an every week basis What's changin'? Maybe I'm fucked up, maybe it's love I wanna regret you, I can't give you up Baby, I'm fucked up, maybe it's love I wanna forget you,

I can't get enough, enough, enough, enough, enough I'm staying up for love, love, love, love, love Waiting for the moment we can touch Staying up for love I can get no sleep, you got what I need When I got you next to me You keep me up 'til four in the

Put it there, get the money In the back dry in the night Pay up, sign up LA (One man's waste is another man's soap) In the back of a Volvo A little game, maybe something you can borrow