(Mad at you), And I don't want you to go to bed I know sometimes It's gonna rain But baby, can we make up now 'Cause I can't sleep through the pain Girl, I don't wanna go to bed (Mad at me).

It's time that I make time for that Take a deep breath of mountain air Put on my glove and play some catch Wade the shore and cast a line Look up a long lost friend of mine Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss Start livin', that's the next thing on

We can put the kettle on Girl, just come round mine tonight I've got wine and make-up wipes Talk 'bout how he's not the one But, I'm never gonna say I told you so Da-dum, da-dum How are you feeling, girlfriend?

It's time that I make time for that Take a deep breath of mountain air Put on my glove and play some catch Wade the shore and cast a line Look up a long lost friend of mine Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss Start livin', that's the next thing on

Share with me, fairy tales or make believe There will be, ups and downs, smiles and frowns Every dog has his day Another thirty nine inch thick classic (yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah) Girl, as I sit here thinking to myself There is no one for you but me, and I

Up among the heather in the hills of Benafee There's a neat little lass and her name is Mari-Mac And make no mistake she's the girl I'm gonna track Lots of other fellas try to get her on the back. But I'm thinkin' they'll have to get up early. Mari-Macs

Dance with me through the night Back to mi casa baby slide Let me make you feel alright Sway you like a lullaby Baby get your vibe and pour another cup Girl I wanna get you all alone out the club Get up in my ride I wanna show you love Hold it now, the

We about the.. girl Y'all niggaz got it twisted, huh? That liquor up in you, you charged That truth come out when you drunk Yo' ass won't make it to see tomorrow We step up in the club with one thing (one thing) On our mind, that's leave with something

Grind with my brothers 'til we make it out the sticks You a broke nigga, prolly switch up for a bitch I was in the game, you was sittin' on the bench Chillin' with my woes like we came up from the six I don't fuck with girls that be all up in the mix

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, you gon' make me turn up on you Treat you like princess Rest in heaven, Diana Piquing my interest She got peak like Montana England breeds proper girls Where are all your good manners? Reply with pleasantries