Shawty, I don't want no air, if I ain't breathing you Shawty, I don't wanna dream, if I can't sleep with you Shawty, I don't wanna see, if I ain't seeing you I don't wanna live, if I can't be with you Shawty I don't wanna live, if I can't be with you

I don't want the sun to shine I want to make love Just this magic in your eyes and in my heart I don't know what I'm gonna do I can't stop lovin' you I won't stop 'til break of dawn makin' love Hold my hand, feel the touch of your body cling to mine You

Can it be I stayed away too long Did I leave your mind when I was gone But this time let me tell you where I'm at I want to, want to be where you are (ooh aah) I want to, want to be where you are (oh aah) I want to be, I want to be (oh) It's not my thing

Over the river and through the woods We'll do a little what we want After one long week of doin what we should There's a bonfire burning Got Bocephus blaring Louder than allowed out in our neck of the neighborhood If you wanna see follow me over the

110 in the shade Iced tea won’t cut it And neither will lemonade I need a cold Budweiser on a bar stool And a jukebox by my dear Singing cold beer country 'Cause it’s cold beer country round here So dang hot you want to sit around naked Ain’t rained one

Threesome trying to have a threesome Mona Lisa, Lisa Moanin' Got some drinks and some motherfucking refer blowing I tell her fuck with me and you could be something Yo girl so bad I want the threesome Look at my watch 'bout three somethin' Fuck with me

Here's to the lonely To the broken-hearted Here's to the hopeless The almost forgotten To those who got lost along the way I want you to know I feel your pain I lie awake looking back God knows this life goes fast Each day harder than the last

Anytime at all, Anytime at all, I'll be there. If you just call my name I look around, all I see is you But you gotta tell me that you want me too. Look at me, you're all that I need, it's true. It's in your eyes, The love you hide away. You can't

Nobody move, nobody get hurt He said he want me to join the army No way, I ain't gonna do it Natty don't nyam dirt The youth them just a dress up in a white collar shirt And some of them wear it till it resemble dirt Turn out your left pocket A searching

That's just my signature move I can't help you! What you want? Get in line! Take a number! If you leave it up to me And then I'll break it up Shoot myself in the foot To make a point I can't prove Stop! Not my fault, not at all!