Watch the world Just go, please don't go 'Cause I'll only let you down And I'll only let you down It's a shame that we need everything Still everything I see, I need I, I want all, all, all that I see, see, see And watch the world spinnin' 'round And

Damn the club tonight, let's twork it out Tworkin' it out, laying in the cut Kissing, rubbing, and making sweet love I know you like it when I do you like that Let's twork it out It'll be just me on you From eleven to six in the morning From 11 to 6 in

I just wanna let you know that I'm no angel But I can learn, oh Promise I'll try, promise I'll try (oh) Don't let me, don't let me go Baby, I'm bad to the bone I party, get naughty I'm sorry that you caught me Fuckin' in the hotel, it didn't mean

And I could be a gentleman, anything you want I’d like to be everything you want Hey girl, let me talk to you If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go I keep you on my arm girl, you’d never be alone Yeah, listen If I was your boyfriend, I’d never

Just close your eyes And count to five Let's craft the only thing we know into surprise Set down your glass I painted this To look like you and me forever as we're now And I'm shaking and I'm still When you're eyes meet mine all the simple skills

Your mama should've named you whiskey I never should've let you kiss me I'm addicted girl, such a fool Just a little taste won't hurt at all But once I get a sip, I know I'm gonna wanna drink it gone, all gone 90 proof is an understatement I get around

L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay) (L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay) I just wanna see you in Ibiza We can meet up, let it heat up Blow the trees up, kick your feet up You can bring your girls, you can leave 'em You forget your man, that's

Baby, hit me up and call me any time Don't be restless, let your problems be my problems I don't mind it Put your panties and your pride to the side Want you to fuck with me (Alright) Open the door on your side You ain't gotta keep on fightin' Just let

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew Yes any time you want to All this money got my mind gone Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music Nigga let's

Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now Might be over now, but I feel it still Is it coming? Let me kick it like it's 1986, now Am I coming out of left field? I been feeling it since 1966, now Might've had your fill, but you feel it still (Ooh woo, I'm