I know you got away, I know you got away All my time is consumed with your face I tell myself that this feeling will fade Na na na na na na na And I know, and I know, and I know that it won't I've seen you in my dreams You turn them to gold and shatter

Set it off, boy, make me hot all over my body Break it off, boy, this has got me feeling naughty Break it off tonight (Break it off, take it off, no miss take it off) I wanna know, boy, if I can be your shorty (yo, yo) Let me know, boy, if I can be your

Yeah-eah-eah-eah And I say yeah-eah They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest They got their hands at my neck this time But you're the one that I want, if that's really so wrong Then they don't know what this feeling is like I'll tell

A good, good life Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh This has gotta be the good life This could really be a good life, good life Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight Like this city is on fire tonight This could really be a good life Oh, this has gotta

When we're crashing, let's have passion Boy, you've got my heart on overdrive I can't stop this feeling baby Only you can make me come alive Overdrive (overdrive), overdrive (overdrive) Take a moment for yourself Get close with the lights down low You

Gotta work me out, make it real Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Just can't stop, once ain't enough Ella me tiene pegao Stuck on a feeling Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Quisiera besarla (mirala) No

(I could do most anything to you) I've got this feeling, there's something that I missed Don't you breathe, don't you breathe Something happened that I never understood You can't leave, you can't leave Every second dripping off my finger tips Wage your

No, this shit ain't been the same no, we so distant Know you miss how I be thuggin', on my hood shit Girl, I miss how we be fuckin', and you ain't my bitch Got a nigga in my feelings Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings Yeah yeah (yeah) Girl, if

Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Think he got a chance with a bitch like me He ain't rich enough, rich enough (No) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap I

Ah, ah, you You've got me fe E, whoa, yes Higher, higher You've got me feeling emotions Ay, higher, oh Don't link me Don't hit me when you hear this and tell me your favorite song