We can all get some, yeah, we can all get paid Hey everybody, we don't have to live this way Yeah, we've all been there before and it goes oh She maxed her credit cards and don't got a job She pays for gas with all the change in her car It's not the end

Prove it all night I'll prove it all night Girl there's nothing else that we can do And girl I'll prove it all night for you I've been working real hard, trying to get my hands clean We'll drive that dusty road from Monroe to Angeline To buy you a gold

Not alone, I'll be there Tell me when you want to go Now we know it all for sure More will be revealed my friend Sideways falling Don't forget me I can't hide it Come again get me excited I'm an ocean in your bedroom

Well who will greet you when you're at the bitter end There's no doubt in my mind when it's over What is done will be You will find when life gets colder there's no sympathy There's no point trying you can't escape the bitter end All your choices chosen

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

And there's a wall standing here between us And that's all that's keeping you from freedom And I keep pushing harder And you keep getting stronger You won't break cause your afraid you'll fall There's a wall I'd run away but I can't escape The power of

Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your pillow You lost in the shape of my hips Hope there is a mood And if you really down we can find it (I can get close to you baby, pull me closer, what are you about?) Hold it, need it, need it, yeah Touch me, take me,

Whoa-a-whoa-a-whoa And I don't know which side to take Whoa-a-whoa-ooo-o And people try and calm me down (it can only get better) It's just the way it is Yeah, it's all right Whoa-a-whoa-a-whoa There's a war between my head and my heart

Can we be just who we are? Doesn't matter if the road is far 'Cause there are no regrets and there is no stress Together we are limit, limitless Doesn't matter if the road, the road is far Nobody can break their way to success We're forever limit,

Run 'em through your hair And we can get to rockin' There you are and baby, here I am But I need something to do with my hands So maybe I should stick 'em in your pockets And I need something to do with my hands I need something to do with my hands Well