There's somethin' 'bout a boy from the South. Yeah, the first time I felt it I was only 16, And he kissed me underneath the chinaberry tree. Said "Goodnight darlin'," with a sweet southern drawl. Man, I think I might just have to love them all The boys

Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining It feels like it was meant to be yea No, I don’t think it’s coincidence Running into you here like this Sparks flying, see you smiling Girl we got some good timing Baby ain’t it crazy? We got... good

Well, I'm a man of many wishes Hope my premonition misses But what I really feel my eyes won't let me hide ‘Cause they always start to cry ‘Cause this time could mean goodbye Lately, I have had the strangest feeling With no vivid reason here to find Yet

The blue lights were shinin' Bringing out the freedom in your eyes Going wild child To be worried about going to jail You were thinking that Would make a good story I was thinking you were crazy as hell But you were stealing my heart

Why does it feel so good? Yeah you know I'm in your party 'Cause you loving got me feeling so good So good, so good, so good Why does it feel so good? (to misbehave you) Why does it feel so good? (oh baby I can't to do) So good, so good

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast The fool retaliated so I had to think fast Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day? I'm tryin' to

I'll fulfill your desires for you Confess to me, make me feel it Confide in me, don't resent it 'Cause I can't stop you from the fire Only not to worry No time left for me I can help you run away for good All for take what you had understood All it takes

Slipping through my fingers all the time Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Schoolbag in hand, she

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Man I run this rap shit Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to Tupac Nigga roll that good shit You wanna dance lets dance nigga I'll take you to da prom I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm Nigga