I will never let you down When you say you've had enough And you might just give it up When you feeling low on love I’ll be what you dreaming of 'Cause I’ve been sick and working all week And I’ve been doing just fine You’ve been tired of watching me

Yeah, last year was not practise year Let's get more number 1's and more plaques this year I say a lotta blurry lines, let's talk facts this year I might even try goin' back to mass this year Yeah, told bro that I ain't jokin' this year Told wifey I

I can tell by the look in your eye You've never seen the man with nothing to say You'd better watch yourself, St. George is on his way I can tell by the, I can tell by the Can you tell me where I might find the Hydra? Is he wearing a familiar face? Does

It's been killing me all night long, and I wonder It's the end of the night, and I'm thinking you might Wanna leave the bar, park the car, turn into porn stars Hey, hey, hey, hey Damn shorty Look at you I'm saying man Is it just me or you got too much

Even if you don't Couldn't you Well couldn't you Say you might For tonight Have a heart Bend the truth

Because they trod the rocky road Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet Down through the roots of the one called King David Now praise up the Almighty, no deal with devilism Now I say love and harmony, is what we need upon the street

This one’s for you Pour my heart in the melody To keep you singing along This might not be the right time For saying what I’m trying to There’s a couple people that I owe a beer or two These might not be the right lines to prove And three or four I owe

I will never let you down When you say you've had enough And you might just give it up When you feeling low on love I’ll be what you dreaming of 'Cause I’ve been sick and working all week And I’ve been doing just fine You’ve been tired of watching me

With my little black dress on Know you need me (Get it, ah) Every time you see me with my little black dress on Say you want a freak, sir, might see it You wanna be color, bright and peachy Baby, you should know that I ain't easy Press this McQueen and

Dialin' your number Hopin' that you just might wanna come over I might have said a little too much When I got a good buzz You know I say a lot of things When I've been drinkin' Can't be held responsible for what I was sayin' But I don't think before I