In your arms tonight yeah It will free your mind yeah Can you feel it feel it feel it feel it oh And it's all for your body It will free your mind I just want to have a good time (yeah,hmm) (It's all about having a good time)

Time was running fast (Hmmm) While we were walking so slow (Hmmm) As I watched us grow and grow (Hmmm) We carried our love in cups to go (Grew so tall our heads hit ceilings) Trouble seemed so small (Outgrew all the doors and walls) We never needed any

We took a Polaroid You signed your name up on it I put it in my wallet All of a sudden I never was looking, hmm Hoping I'd see your face again Captured the look in your eyes It's only a matter of time Before it starts fading

Beer or whiskey if you're with me, wet your lips Starting this night off so right with Just a sip, just a sip Gonna be mm hmm so good, mm hmm so nice What gives you courage to walk up to a ten in a bar What turns the nervous into a rockstar What gets you

Don't you come back I don't hold a grudge I, oh, don't apologize Don't apologize I just know if the feeling's right Don't apologize, mhm-mhm I just know if the feeling's right, hmm I don't care if you say that you're sorry I know she's right

Baby, you're wasting my time Baby, you've been on my mind, mmm (Listen up, you got a problem) Baby, you've been on my mind, mm hmm Lotta pressure on my name Lotta worries in my head Lotta responsibilities, strife and threats All kinda lies, No I won't

I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day I'm the man that rolls, when icicles is hangin' on the tree I'm a steady rollin' man, hmm hmm, I roll both night and day But I haven't got no sweet woman, hmm mmm , boys, to be rollin' this-a way And

Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah!) Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah!) Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (Yeah!) Hmm, ain’t fucking with no off-brand bitch (Yeah!) Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Ooh, I'm feelin' like

M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss (Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss) Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what? Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet Oh, damn (oh, damn) That flavor, flavor so good

Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm That's not who you are That's just not your job Stop tryna be God, God 'Cause air traffic controls the landing Yeah, yeah yeah yeah