Oh-oh, lost Don't take my heart No, it's me, anything I, anything I No, it's me, anything I (yeah), anything I Listen close, what is this? Is it heart break? Is it truly what it feels like? What it sound like? What is truly at the essence

River of no return You'll never get my mind right Like two ships passing in the night Want the same thing where we lay A different way from where I'm going Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion So sorry if I turn my head Yours is a familiar face

Like "ooh, ah, pull up, hop out, ooh, ah" No faith, no fear, I know the drill You got a girl so don't get too close to me I mean, ain't that how it's supposed to be Mysterious, interesting, true Commenting I listen 'Cause everything I was thinking about

Hello, hello Is anybody listening? Let go, it's everyone that's calling me Oh oh, won't somebody show me that I'm not alone, not alone Is there anybody, anybody? Yes I stumbled into the night We're touching but I feel like you're still out of reach But

This is your last chance to find a go-go dance to disco now Forget what they said in Soho, leave the "Oh, no"s out Believe me, Natalie, listen, Natalie Please believe me, Natalie, listen, Natalie And believe me, Natalie, listen, Natalie This is your last

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

And still I don't understand When you said you'd had enough A little trick I picked up from my father, in one ear and out the other Well, now I guess I should've listened Why's love gotta be so tough Ahh-oh, ahh-ahh Oh, and now I guess I should've

Xans gon' take you Xans gon' fake you (yeah) Xans don't make you (you) And Xans gon' betray you (what? Yeah) And if I die don't miss me (ayy) I wish that bitch just kiss me (ayy) (You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat) Ooh, I pop a Perc' when I'm

Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen And I believe This may call for a proper introduction, and well

I wanna move you like that Oh, I wanna move you like that (oh, oh) Like a montage in a movie, right before the hero dies Like the first time that you listen to your favorite singer live Like an echo in a canyon Like tears, but you're not sad Like a