All I wanna know is do you wanna get away Girl you got me going crazy Knocked me off my feet Now you got me begging baby Get away with me Begging baby please Cause girl I don't know what to do cause I'm so in love with you Hey there pretty lady

(Yeah, I'm free, yeah, I'm free, yeah) But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place,

A little bit longer and I'll be fine You don't even know, know, know And every time you smile, you laugh, you glow But you don't know what you got till it's gone And you don't know what it's like to feel so low Got the news today Doctors said I had to

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

C'mon, tell me that you've still got the flame for me And tell me that you still want to stay, don't leave Even though I've never given up in my heart Even though a part, a part of me don't work Baby, tell me that you've still got the flame for me And we

You can’t hide from me There ain’t no tricks that you can try on me I know your every move before you even breathe baby Thinking you know something I don’t know but my eyes, my eyes, my eyes Like a telescope You left your troubles in my head, in my head

Cause I'd rather just be alone If I know that I can't have you I don't wanna fall asleep And I don't wanna cause a scene But I'm dyin' without your love Begging to hear your voice Tell me you love me too That I was being such a fool (oooh) Cause I don't

You’ve got the wrong song This one’s about a liar and a cheater Don’t know what kind of spell you think I’m under This ain't a "feel-good, everything's fine" sing-along Who didn’t know what he had 'till it was gone You’ve got the wrong girl 'cause I got

I just need some company, company You could say you had it all I don't need the lovin' nope So don't make this somethin' See, I'm nothin' like a girlfriend, no I'm not like someone I'm supposed to be And I just want some company, company And I just need

Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Inna New York City, inna New York City New York girl, dem a mad over we Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle Hope I don’t catch a homo, grossing our net Simultaneously making me climb higher