You gotta live and learn You gotta live to learn You gotta crash and burn You gotta make some stances And take some chances You gotta live and love And take all life has to give So you can learn to live

Eyes are gonna roll back I'm here to kill time It ain't yo fast train I'll be the king running near the wheel I ain't looking to make no deals here no For you to go I'ma gon' spill Everybody wants to be a showman Yeah they all got another one Everybody

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear She'll put on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair And then she asks me, do I look all right? And I say, yes, you look wonderful tonight We go to a party and everyone turns to see

All your excuses, they're always in the way Do you think that I'm stupid, make a new one everyday But you can't lie, girl I ain't blind If love is just a game you play, well then you're losin' Always stayin' out late, get off at 8 But you come to door at

(All I want is you) Come on over, come on over baby Now baby don't be shy You better cross the line I'm gonna love you right Come over here baby Oh, you make me go crazy Listen to me 'Cause all I want is you

Don't you be on that bullshit (yeah yeah) all night So fly girl We can do it all, all night girl Don't you be on that bullshit (yeah yeah) We ain't gon' stop til nine a.m If you can't take it all baby say when Make you cum over and over again And I'm a

It's gonna make it hard to tell you that I'm leaving Now that I know just how much you care You finally gave me one good reason not to go But staying here is my worst fear Last night you gave me a kiss You didn't know it, but I was awake when you did You

Born to be wild Yeah Darlin' go make it happen Take the world in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into space Get your motor runnin' Head out on the highway Lookin' for adventure And whatever comes our way

Don't make the good girls go bad You don't really love her Please don't do it Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen All the girls that hold it

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