I'm not letting go, I'm not letting go You made my heart work (aha) You were something I can't replace You make me stronger (aha) Oh-oh-oh oh oh, oh-oh-oh oh oh, go-oh-oh oh oh She like the hook but she don't know the verse She know I love her even if I

So wait up, wait up Give me one more chance To make up, make up I just need one last dance Na na na na oh-oh Tear drops in your hazel eyes I can't believe I made you cry It feels so long since we went wrong But you're still on my mind

No, there's nothing I can do But I came here anyway No, there's nothing I can do to make you stay Don't waste this temptation Caress this last portation Consuming, you soothe me Your vial moves right through me You made me look good, doesn't get any

I felt my love for you this time Out of sight, I'm feeling so alive You didn't feel anything at all After all, makes me feeling small If they saw us to share, it's cool Something we need to carry on But that is made up past the moon Fit in the home for

This is not for you Restless soul, enjoy your youth Like Muhammad hits the truth Can't escape from the common rule If you hate something, don't you do it, too Small my table, sits just two Got so crowded, I can't make room Oh, where did they come from?

Lay awake at night, Oh so low, just so troubled. Can't get a job, Laid off and I'm having double trouble. Hey hey, to make you've got to try. Baby, that's no lie. Some of this generation is millionaires, I can't even keep decent clothes to wear.

It's in the way you want me The way you show me just what love's made of It's in the way we make love It's in the way you hold me You've got a way with me Somehow you got me to believe In everything that I could be I've gotta say-you really got a way

Let me hear you talking, I'm so far away Let me hear a single word that you say Are ya'll just mad at my dinero? All I gotta say You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm Habanero Can't get too close cause I'm real My temperature make you feel Keep it lit up and

Do you like to boogie-woogie' Where's the party' I want to free my soul Where's the party' I want to lose control Dance with my, dance with my Music makes the people come together, yeah Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel Control, control, control,

Every time you scream at me I wanna kiss you I wanna touch you When we get to arguing Just gotta kiss you Baby, I don't know why it's like that But you're just so damn sexy Could it be the little wrinkle over your nose When you make your angry face