I can depend on myself Guys they always wonder about me (yeah, I hear ya "T") Cause everything I have is my own (I'm feelin' dis) There's no other way you can doubt me (and I'm listenin') Before I trust you I'll just be here alone Can I tell ya, can I

Mama's just a little girl Mama don't know why Time ain't on her side 'Cause mama's just a little girl (mama is just a little girl) Living if she is or not, oh Young mothers (that's right) I feel ya (hey) I know how it is Don't nobody understand

I’m a muthafuckin slave for ya I can feel you in my lungs, feel you in my veins Bloodstream only way to make it to my brain I tried some others but man they just not as good as you Going crazy cause I only feel this good with you Maybe I’m not as strong

Feeling like Phil when I make the play I light the streets where you are I did not come here from nothin' I need a whole lot of money Crossing these hoes out to featherweight Putting your bitches on layaway Niggas they know me from stuntin' All of my

Ayayayayayayayayaya Heyo, heyo, I just wanna feel your body on me Your body on me Heyo, heyo, if you want it then you got it, hold me No more, no more wasting time We can, we can go all night You're taking me there, you're taking me there Our lips are

Turned into my worst phobia A crazy man's utopia If you're lost no one can show ya But it sure was glad to know ya Only poor boys take a chance On the garden's song and dance Feel her flowers as they wrap around But only smart boys do without

Oye baby, oye baby, I wanna love ya, I wanna love ya, Oye baby, oye baby, get closer, get closer I wanna love ya, I wanna love ya, Like I'm supposed to, like I'm supposed to HeyHey sexy let me feel you, let me touch you, let me kiss you baby This for the

Ayayayayayayayayaya Heyo, heyo, I just wanna feel your body on me Your body on me Heyo, heyo, if you want it then you got it, hold me No more, no more wasting time We can, we can go all night You're taking me there, you're taking me there Our lips are

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's gonna be your Frankenstein Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hood He deals out in Hollywood Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames Traded for some powdered goods Jigsaw Jimmy,

More miracles than magic tricks More green grass grows, and green old dollar bills More babies raised, and raising hell More get back up, sometimes you fail Well, I don't know it all HeyHey, but I know how it feels To be the guy that's trying to come back