Baby you can call me Baba I was, down But I'm really lit right now A couple drinks in your head You're calling me daddy instead Mommy how that dress fit tight Is it heaven between your thighs She wanna know what's my name

Could this be love That I hear calling There was a young girl Ridin' on the wind She had all of the answers Didn't need to pretend I remember - she was the only friend I ever needed Now I wonder

Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you Maybe she'd thought it through Calling everyone we know stopping any place

Okay, she keep calling, she keep calling every single night Day and night, on my mind, please don't kill the vibe Oh, no, I swear to God, I be in my mind Swear I wanna die, yeah, when you cross my Said I wouldn't die, yuh, no, I'm not alright, yuh I

The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in 'Cause London is drowning, and I, I live by the river Engines stop running, the wheat is growin' thin A nuclear era, but I have no fear London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared and battle come

She told me do her body right, I did She said she want me spend the night, I did, I did She want me hit it when she wake up, I did, did Yeah her body be calling, I be on that mission She like the position, waking the neighbors Got 31 flavors, I'm doing

Inside the Sad Cafe. Inside the Sad Cafe Out in the shiny night The rain was softly falling The tracks that ran down the boulevard Had all been washed away Out of the silver light the past came softly calling And I remember the times we spent Oh it

I'm calling you up, you tell me it's over Yeah, it's hard when you're young You say what you want, but it's hard when you're young We both know I go too far like when I wrecked your car And almost fought your father when he pushed me in the yard And all

Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the

We're smelling honey suckle on the river bank Fireflies, sweet tea, in the summer rain Pouring all the way, all the way, down Cherry red lips calling out my name Two-ton Ford and that parking brake Pushed all the way, all the way down Dash light dripping