Gotta make it home to my baby I bet I'mma make it home to my baby Picture me rollin' tippin' my chaueffer Niggas look jealous, you gotta control it Reachin' my quota, mixin' my soda Feeling connected to God, tryna get closer Steppin' on roshes, me in my

And it's coming closer Stranded in this spooky town Stoplight is swaying and the phone lines are down Floor is crackling cold She took my heart, I think she took my soul With the moon I run Far from the carnage of the fiery sun Driven by the strangle of

I'm losing my mind just a little So why don't you just meet me in the middle? In the middle I know we meant all good intentions So pull me closer Why don't you pull me close? Why don't you come on over? Baby, why don't you just meet me in the middle?

Just step right into my heart Come a little closer, don't tell me that it's over Work it out, work it out just next to nothing I can be your kind of lover We can work it out, let me show what I can do, I can be your kind of lover Now you say you're

Just remember when we lie to each other. This is all we need to know. Still waters run deep. No one wins and losers weep. Reflection will show This connection, we can lean on each other, Now I admit I've been a fool sometimes. I believe I may be losing

Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen

These games we play No wins, we're losers, yeah, yeah, yeah You come, you stay You run away Yeah, nothing gon' change It stays the same Nothing's gonna change The crazy little games we play Tell me how you wanna move now

Roll the bones Fate is just the weight of circumstances Well, you can stake that claim Good work is the key to good fortune Winners take that praise Losers seldom take that blame If they don't take that game And sometimes the winner takes nothing We draw

I will never believe in anything again Oh change will come Oh we will never believe again Preach electric to a microphone stand We will never believe again They broke the mold Girls used to follow me around Throw your cameras in the air And wave 'em like

'Cause you lift me up No I don't get down And I know, no matter how much colder Or how much I carry on my shoulders As long as I'm standing, I'll be closer 'Cause it ain't over, 'til it's over But we don't get down No we don't get down We can turn this