I was there like oh my goodness, oh my Before I started rappin', if you niggas heard my story I seen a nigga slippin', he got caught up with his shorty I've been grindin' for a minute like send us a new ramp It ain't no Jordans when seein' them dudes

You’ve got a fire in your eyes Something burning off inside Hold on (oh) Hold on (oh ah) When I don’t understood They all know good for me Latest on your smile It seems that you dicrease

We're gonna go all the way tonight We're gonna go all the way And tonight's the night Will you love me forever Let me sleep on it It was long ago and it was far away (It never felt so good, It never felt so right) And it was so much better than it is

'Til I see you again That's the only way to go Fightin' the good fight Til the good Lord calls you home This is our last goodbye So be well my friend Preacher said he died too young Over there totin' that gun For Uncle Sam and our freedom

I'm gonna love ya Like no one could Make your heart feel the way it should I'm gonna hold ya When no one would 'Cause I swear you deserve some good Living up in California Loving life that I've been waiting for ya

I don't know why you don't take me downtown anymore Talk it up and give me the go round round like a good time tease I'm only counting on your cancellation When I should be counting on you at my door Did you forget about how we went around Well, all the

Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line She make you fly You all breathe it, we all need it Who all need it, who all need it Are you ready Sweet apple pie Standing in the street Hands outta line

In check, yeah, in check, yeah Sometimes I forget When I look you in your face I see a good girl who deserves better than me (better than me) You remember that other night in my bedroom? On top of my bed I remember the things that you said Sometimes you

Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie don't surf Charlie's gonna be a napalm star Everybody wants to rule the world Must be something we get from

Shouldn't I be with you Pretending I don't care When you know as well as I Or just a second wind For the good old song that we use to call pretending What would you have me do Just turn and walk out on you And leave you standing there That would be