I'll do the Chicago promenade My door is locked, my debts are paid My back was turned I did not see That shadow climbing up on me I took my turn at fixing hearts But that goes bad before it starts I'm desperate now, I must say If I die now before I'm old

With your beer in the headlights I swear I never seen, ever seen nothing like you anywhere Sittin' right here, out here in the middle of nowhere I got the key turned back Windows down, I'm turning it up and your spinnin' around Takin' a sip, swingin'

Shawty, heard you bad, word? So profane Somethin' like a bad, word, want your love Call me when you can, girl Goin' up, goin' down, in and out, turn around Love you the way you movin' now I might be insane, yeah But I love the pain, yeah Feel it in the

If you want some, come get some Baby if I drop it down to the ground Then put it in your face now, what ya gon' do? Shorty if I shake it then turn around Then back it up on ya, what ya gon' do? If you want some, shawty, come get some We gon' start this

We up in this bitch now We up in this bitch, oh Got the club feeling like a safe house We up in this bitch Shawty got a booty, let it hang out (hang out) Ain't no turnin' down, let it bang out (bang out) We ain't going home, we wanna hang out All this

Sounds like falling in love Sounds like falling in love right now Tell me what's better than the two of us First I take you out, then you turn around Then you back it up, ooh yeah, like we had our own fast lane So I take you home, drive you wherever you

I felt a stutter and a waiver, cutting like a razor Like fire through the snow, then straight down to the bone She creeps up like a spider, then wants you deep inside her She turns you into stone, a twisted little show That's how it was all to begin,

Catching my breath, letting it go Turning my cheek for the sake of this show Now that you know, this is my life I won't be told what's supposed to be right Catch my breath, no one can hold me back, I ain't got time for that Catch my breath, won't let

It's all your fault Because you were perfect You called me beautiful You turned me out And now I can't turn back But I'm running out of air And it's not fair I hold my breath I conjure up the thought of being gone

A billion hits is what I'll get That's what I'm gonna get Well I know that I'll make it Never put my head down T-t-turn it up loud 'Cause I don't have to fake it If I keep on working it