Talk to me nicely, oww 'Cause you control my vices I just wanna fuck you on your night shift Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grindin' on the night shift All day, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I just want to

I love you 'cause your deuces are wild, girl Like a double shot of lovin' so fine I've been lovin' you since you was a child, girl 'Cause you and me is two of a kind I love to look into your big brown eyes They talk to me and seem to hypnotize You say

Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk, Talk about things you'd like to do. You got to have a dream, How you gonna have a dream come true? If you don't have a dream, If you don't have a dream Talk about the moon floatin' in the sky Lookin' at a lily on the

Son, look at you now You're so fuckin' tough, so motherfuckin' bad 13 years of grief is all your folks ever had Just an ignorant cunt, talkin' such shit Tryin to act like a man, you little fuckin' punk kid Day of court, day of fear, in walks the judge

I want to walk you home, please let me walk you home I love the way you walk I love to hear you talk I want to hold your hand, please let me hold your hand You look so good to me, oh-ooh-ee I wish I was the lucky guy who could walk you right on down the

Love has got me, this I know Love has got me, won't let go Feel the fire in my soul Love has got me I tried to resist you in the beginning Your fire was too hot to fight You looked into me the flame shot through me Victory is in sight, tonight Love has

How you broke my heart If I stay here just a little bit longer If I stay here, won't you listen To my heart, Whoa, my heart? I don't want to talk about it, I can tell by your eyes that you've probably been cryin' forever And the stars in the sky don't

Look what you've done I'm a motherfuckin' starboy House so empty, need a centerpiece Twenty racks a table cut from ebony Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby You talking money, need a hearing aid You

Told that bitch give me head Ocho Cinco, Ocho Cinco, Ocho Cinco Got a 100 grand in my side pocket All the hustlas love it, you know I speak the lingo (OBG Niggas) Haaaan, Los (Original Bad Boy Gang) What they talkin' bout (Coke Boys) Hear them niggas

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk