Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale, yeah I got a girl, say she long and tall Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah She sleeps in the kitchen with her

We don't talk anymore, like we used to do Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do Don't wanna know The way I did before I overdosed Should've known your love was a game Now I can't get you out of my brain Oh, it's such a shame We don't love anymore

Princess, little honey with the polka dot dress on Ruby-lipped lady whose name I don't know Let me tell you, darling Brown skin girl on the other side of the room Brown skin girl staring with her brown eyes Oh, baby, don't you know you're a cutie pie Oh

Damn you's a sexy bitch A sexy bitch I'm tryna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful Yes I can see her Cause every girl in here wanna be her Oh she's a diva I feel the same and I wanna meet her They say she low down

Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere Standing here with nothing to do Wondering if I really love you, oh oh I guess that I do I know we have a chemistry This combination's heavenly I close my eyes and dream about a sunny holiday I wish that I was

Get off my case I'm a reasonable man Get off my case After years of waiting Nothing came As your life flashed before your eyes You realize Get off, get off, get off my case After years of waiting nothing came

Oodles of light what a beautiful sight Both of God's eyes are shining tonight Rays and beams of incredible dreams And I am a quiet man. Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand I don't talk much I'm a quiet man Beauty and silence both run deep

Could it be, the things I need. These eyes, they bleed, for you. It's in my hands, the sky So bright its burning it's for me To decide...in flames The black hole, forever mine, I need the fear to push me out. Oh be brave, show me faith, Should I feel

If I ain't dead already Ooh girl you know the reason why Yes I'm lonely wanna die In the morning wanna die In the evening wanna die My mother was of the sky My father was of the earth But I am of the universe And you know what it's worth

With a gun in your hand, I'm the boogieman I'm gonna come and get you You've got to help us, can you? Yes you can You've got to help us, can you? Yes you can, oh If you point a gun at my rising sun Though we're not the one But in the bounds of your mind