Would you, would you, give your They'll never thank me for opening doors But they ain't even thank Jesus when he died on the cross Cause your spirit is ungrateful Bitches is so hateful, I remain a staple My career's been the pinkprint When I retire, tell

(I want it) Ooh, baby I ain't ever done cocaine Ooh, I swear there's something runnin' through my veins 'Cause the way that you move and the things that you do In my bed got my head all feeling messed up The taste of your lips and the sway of your hips

I've got my hands on a miracle Hands on a miracle Believe it or not, hands on a miracle And there ain't no way Let you take it away Crazy but I believe this time Begging for sweet relief A blessing in disguise Dying behind these tired eyes

But I'm the only ghost walkin' through the hallways The pain gets so much clearer When the one to blame is standing in the mirror This fool, this life Lit a match and set his life on fire Yeah, she tasted like home Oh well, home ain't what I'm callin' I

Simple as can be Its just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E It's like one, two, three Just as easy as can be Just the way you look at me You make me smile Ain't no need to complicate it, we both know that's overrated We've been there, it's safe to say it ain't

Eyes are gonna roll back I'm here to kill time It ain't yo fast train I'll be the king running near the wheel I ain't looking to make no deals here no For you to go I'ma gon' spill Everybody wants to be a showman Yeah they all got another one Everybody

I said you are Said baby you're the greatest Of all time the greatest So won't you hit my line You're still on my mind Said I ain't seen your ass in a couple months But if you want it baby you can get you some And all that conflict, we can work out So

Na na na na When you're ready come and get it When you're ready When you're ready, ready I'm not too shy to show I love you, I got no regrets. So baby whenever you're ready You ain't gotta worry, it's an open invitation I'll be sittin' right here, real

Rock to the rhythm, and bop to the beat of the radio You can play with me And her hair-do The only one you see All of London sings 'Cause England's swings and they sure love the tales I bring You ain't got the slang but you got the face to play the role

I trust you Don't ask, just do Your pass, want to? You get that (love with your touch pass) Baby, we know what it is I've been waiting all alone I ain't tryna play no games We can talk over the phone