Hot line I got some conversation I can be your operator Baby you should call me later Because you are so fine I hope that your not playing Cause I'm loving what you're saying Baby don't ya keep me waiting Call me up hot-line

I've got dreams Dreams to remember (I've got dreams) rough dreams (dreams to remember) I know you said he was just a friend These eyes of mine, they don't fool me Why did he hold you so tenderly? I've got dreams, dreams to remember I've got dreams,

That's why I'm learning how to let it go I'm gonna let it go Forgiveness is something we gotta know 'Cause if you hold on forever, it'll hurt your soul Learning, learning, learning When I was six years old, I kinda wet the bed My stepdad came in and

Welcome back You're rocking straight through midnight with me Dojo Daniel We got a triple shot of Mac DeMarco Coming at ya Stuffing it down the chute

Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody La la, di da da da dum And you got us feeling alright It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me

Yeah, I love them strippers In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas Let's play big bank take little bank You are looking at a shark in a fish tank When I'm in the kitchen, I make plenty cash Tell

You put it down Baby I'm back now feeling how I used to feel You got me back now, stick around, this is for reals You put it do-do-do-down, my painkiller You pick me up and get me higher You fill my cup with desire Kiss and make it better, kiss and make

You'll never buy my love Something that you got to know this girl Will you realize when I'm gone Morning rains from the sky above But keep your change 'Cause I've got enough A little time and some tenderness No other thing is as precious too No other,

Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shining, so act like why'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Counting out stacks and macking out hoes Pushing big dicks

I got that Trunk Muzik To the DJ's Out cruisin' Everybody hop in the Cadillac And outta back I'ma throttle the Chevrolet's With the bottom won't you roll the window down If ya cruisin' Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf On the eight O eight come and