I am trying The best that I can Sick of leaving things half done, leaving things half said Say I don't look much like a lover Doesn't mean that I won't try Set your world on fire every once in awhile We lie on the kitchen floor

We be all night, love, love Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby? I want you, na na Can't keep your eyes off my fatty We woke up in the kitchen saying "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night Last thing I remember

Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at it) In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' again (whippin') Keep on playin' bitch, then I'm stabbin' your friend (woo) I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trappin' again (trappin') (woo) All my grizzy niggas

Remember cuddles in the kitchen Yeah, to get things off the ground And it was up, up and away That on a day like today when you're all argumentative And you've got the face on Oh, but it's right hard to remember Now then Mardy Bum I see your frown And

She's only been in the ground a day or two I'm glad Mama ain't around to watch this family feud Fine china stacked by the kitchen sink Aunt Tammy's in there claiming all the diamond rings Uncle Bobby's holding up the TV set The only thing they are

The bed, the floor, the kitchen Don't really matter as long as I get I'm tucked, all bottled inside You're a bad baby, you're making me sweat Like your birthday suit (suit) Had me so addicted from the start You give me vertigo, vertigo Vertigo, vertigo

Too many cooks are gonna spoil the stew There ain't nobody cooking but me and you Too many cooks are trying to get in your kitchen The first thing you know there's something missin' You got a real good oven, you've got a hot range, too Let me butter your

Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail And I know the day is coming My luck will run its course Got to slow down with a woman Ride a faster horse If a bullet doesn’t find me They’ll let me rot in jail Well momma’s in the kitchen cooking Irish stew

I can see the flames and my life Flashing right before my eyes. I hope they get to me in time. I'm eight years old Daddy's cuttin' my hair Aqua Velva on his hands. Momma's in the kitchen Got fried green tomatoes

I wanna go home with you Home with you Why don't we find somewhere quiet? Too many cooks in the kitchen Too many fools here listening Yeah, we can do whatever you want to Come on and set the mood Yeah, we can go as slow as you want to