Like baby, baby, baby no Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby oh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) Like baby, baby, baby ooh I thought you'd always be mine Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (now I'm all gone) Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

Spend it all on you Dancing on empty wallets Living our lives Until we die Get too high when I'm high So we see eye-to-eye, whoa, oh And away and away we go Sugar caught a break The fluid ain't to blame

Child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm a grown-ass man child, baby (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm Peter Pan with a Cuban in my hand I'm a grown-ass man child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I crush brunch like a mother, hold the bread like a hustler Wife was the light of

I'll bear the cross on Judgment Day I just slide, slide on by, never bad enough to crucify me Oh, whoa, yeah, on Judgment Day It's my life, get off my ass, get outta my face Man, I don't see no problem Kickin' back, ain't kickin' you, no, no Anyway, if I

Jeremy spoke in class today King Jeremy the wicked Jeremy spoke in Uh uh uh uh (spoke in, spoke in, spoke in) Whoa oh (spoke in) At home drawing pictures Of mountain tops With him on top

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Next thing we're touching Oh, everybody's starry eyed Whoa oh oh ah ah And everybody goes And my body goes You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning Oh, oh, starry eyed (starry)

Dance, ooh ooh Whoa-oh, oh oh I know that I'm carrying on, never mind if I'm showing off I was just frontin' (you know I want ya babe) I'm ready to bet it all, unless you don't care at all But you know I want ya (you should stop frontin' babe) So then we

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na And the games people play Talkin' about you and me, yeah Oh, the games people play now Every night and every day now Never meanin' what they say, yeah Oh, talkin' about you and me, yeah Whoa-oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh, oh

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this