Oh, frisky, yeah, yeah Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil' ole, lil' ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin'

All-star in the booth (All-star) Put VVS on my tooth (Bling blaow) Come like I threw a celebrity cook-out 'Cause I got the stars in my roof Nothing but net, step back and I shoot Hard in the streets, I stay in the loop My team of magicians turned one

She won't stop me put it down And don't look back Oh baby don't stop Bury me and fade to black So get your gun and meet me by the door Would I lie to you? Gun it while I'm holding on Don't stop if I fall Wait until it fades to black

(Could it be that) it's just an illusion (Putting me back) in all this confusion (Could it be that) it's just an illusion (now) It's just an illusion, illusion, illusion Illusion, illusion, illusion, illusion Searching for a destiny that's mine There's

Hey, I'mma put us all on the map Gone and I ain't lookin' back I know they gone feel it like they tank on E I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me 'Cause can't nobody tell me what I ain't gonna be no more You thinking I'mma fall, don't be so sure I

If you want another secret Can't back out, or make it You ain't ever gonna be it By takin' someone else's away Never take it for granted You don't have to understand it Here's to whatever puts a smile on your face Whatever makes you happy people Happy

That you asked 'Cause honestly I've been Out of touch and out of reach Just looking for someone, anything That's finally gonna put me back I'd be all about it I'd do anything, anything Put me back, put me back

All the way down the Telegraph Road A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home in the wilderness He built a cabin and a winter store And he

You're putting me on We're going to try it, you ever try it? I'm turning you on You're putting me on! Where did you get that stuff? Oh, Nikki's growing a patch out in the backyard Come on, you're putting me on Yeah, he's putting you on, he's a brat

Where the lonely road ends Forever and ever, even today and after Throw the guy a meat bone, put him on a train That's the way it should end Living the outskirts, to forty miles away I kept our picture forever Back in the late fifties we went to the prom