Everyone prays in the end I pray that you hear me Can we have a one-on-one, please? Let's talk about freedom They never knew my struggle Rose above the rubble Rather live inside they bubble then go through the trouble of havin' they double double vision

So let’s sit by an English river ‘Til the water runs dry We’re neither saints or sinners So leave your history behind Can we light a cigarette And talk about days gone by? Let’s grab a bottle and take it one day at a time Take it one day at a time Let’s

He's got the whole world in his hands Hey, what can I say? Hey, what can we do? Here we are, it's me and you So let's take all the pictures we can take For the generation away I hope they'd talk about us that way There ain't no place I'd rather be Than

Who do you love? Well, I don't know I don't wanna talk about it (let's talk about it) You sit around in the strangest place (Heaven must be weary) Heaven must be weary

Phonography, phonography, Let's talk about biology, Talk that sexy talk to me, Better make sure that the line is clean, Keep it confidential, you and me. Dirty talking, call it phonography (hey) And I make no apologies, (uh uh) I'm into phonography, (uh

So if you want to be my no. 1, if you want to be my no. 1 Let me know your future plans I heard you say to me you want to be my no. 1 So let's talk about it, sister, now the game has just begun I heard you telling friends that you are my no. 1 But not

Waitin' for you (Let's talk about love) This is a world premiere That sloppy (West, west, west) We been waitin' for you For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside? Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind? Tell me something got me losing

What about the love? (Coming with me) What about the labor? (Coming with me) What about the seeds? (It's coming with me) Cold stares can never put the fear in me Let's just not talk about it The people that you came with (Coming with me) The people that

So if you want to be my no. 1, if you want to be my no. 1 Let me know your future plans I heard you say to me you want to be my no. 1 So let's talk about it, sister, now the game has just begun I heard you telling friends that you are my no. 1 But not

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body And put