I'll be coming up when the sun goes down Rolling like a rock 'til I hit the ground Running from the law but I can't be found Only my God can track me down Oh we'll crash, crash, right down again London Bridge is falling down, falling down And if it don't

Ooh wee, ride me high Ohh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair? You ain't goin' nowhere Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come Tomorrow's the day, my man's gonna come Clouds so swift, rain won't lift Gate won't close, the railings froze Get your mind

Some people think I'm crazy, ohhh ahhh They think this paper changed me I'm glad to see another summer I got to thank the one above us Glad to see another summer Glad to see another summer, yeah Young Renzel, let's get it Look me in my eyes and tell me

Carry your world I'll carry your world Some saw the sun Some saw the smoke Some heard the gun Some bent the bow Sometimes the wire Must tense for the note Caught in the fire, say oh

Bring back that lovin' feelin' Oh that lovin' feelin' You've lost that lovin' feelin' 'Cause it's gone, gone, gone I need your love You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips You're

Baby, there's nothing holding me back There's nothing holding me back Oh, I've been shaking I love it when you go crazy You take all my inhibitions You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions I know we'd be alright, I know we'd

You know who you are Somewhere in America, one night Out on the road I saw her face Trying hard to blend in with the others She looked so out of place Wo oh, her eyes, they caught me by surprise They haunt my memory Wo oh, she turned me around Read my

They don't see me Oh no, they don't see me Your girl's drawers comin' down But her hands go up to the ceilin' I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it I'm throwin' money in the VIP I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me They tell me,

Hangin' around (ooh) Hangin' around Make me sweat, sweat Breaking out a fever, I get cranky So hot, hot Damn hot, shakes and I get shake, shake How you spin, hit the door Get myself on down the road I picked my clothes up off the floor

Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Getting crunk up in the club we gets low, oh They got that southern cookin'