Strip it down, down, down Back to you and me like it used to be When it was an old back road with an old school beat Cowboy boots by your little bare feet Let it out, tell me right now Everything I need in them white cotton sheets Dirty dance me slow in

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

Fallen from grace cause I been away too long Leaving you behind with my lonesome song Now I'm lost in oblivion Close, low bright eyes fading Faster than stars falling How can I tell you I failed? Tell you I failed Now I'm lost I flew beyond the sun

Why didn't she tell me She didn't say a word You were the first to say That we were not ok You were the first to lie When we were not alright This was my first love She was the first to go And when she left me for you

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga And look back and told me "Baby, it's real" And I say I ain't doubt you for a second I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel I wish we could take off

Well, you know All right, all right, all right Don't you know it's gonna be We all want to change the world You say you want a revolution You tell me that it's evolution But when you talk about destruction Don't you know that you can count me out You say

You try to tell me not to worry When you knowin' I be stressed I looked on the bright side Just to see you love me less When I was down and had nobody You's the only one I'd text, I know I'm on the road and I just gotta go I'm really stuck in my zone

Leave me be A snowy owl above the haunted waters Poet of ancient gods Cries to tell the never ending story Prophecy of becoming floods An aura of mystery surrounds her The lady in brightest white Soon the incarnate shall be born The Creator of the Night

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

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