Spend a little bit A little bit of time with you Hey there pretty brown eyes Whatcha doing later tonight? Would you mind if I spend time with you? I like this right here This girl she came 'round the corner Looking like a model

As it's getting later Heading for the corner And oh, don't let me see you crying 'Cause oh, honey, I'll smoke you 'til I'm dying Early in the morning Just trying to let the sun in And open up my eyes Already running dry

Well, me and my lady had our first big fight So I drove around till I saw the neon light The corner bar, it just seemed right so I pulled up Not a soul around but the old bar keep Down at the end lookin' half asleep But he walked up and said, what'll it

Yes I understand I done came a long way From huggin them corners to appearin on TV From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me To makin 'em hits, like this shit's easy But it's not, it's a whole lot of bullshit involved And truthfully, I'd rather be

Rivers belong where they can ramble Gotta find my corner Gotta find my corner of the sky, sky Everything has its season Everything has its time Show me a reason And I'll soon show you a rhyme Cats sit on the window sill Children sit in the show

Let’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline

Can you play some more, can you play some more? Pull up the vibes that you're playing Lift it up, jock it up, pull it up, come again now Yes, you got me rocking in a corner With all the lights turn down low Can't express how mi glad mi come on ya I've

Wah wah waah, wah wah wah Wah wah wah Wah wah wah, wah wah wah They call, they call me the fat man 'Cause I weight two hundred pounds All the girls they love me 'Cause I know my way around I was standin', I was standin' on the corner Of Rampart and Canal

Shot reverse shot Look what the other got Drop the anchor make it stop Infinity figure eight Figure out what you're not Junk-an a po, cut your loss Come to cut your corners off You're the rock and I'm the paper You're the scissors I'm the rock

Oh I get a contact high Being here in this room That you would be here As you smile from the corner And raise up your beer And then you touch my hand When you walked by And I get a contact high