Spell the rest for me The perfect rhythm for the melody We just need one more letter, come on, come on now Well I must be sipping on something tonight Honestly, you got me out of my mind, my mind You've got me talking about L.O.V I know that you could be

When we go up We do it loud They never believe what we’re talking about Snare to the kick to the bass makes them jump Everybody listen Listen to the melody 'Cause we need each and everyone of you To go long with the song

We don't even need to talk about it I like it when we talk But I love it when we touch I love it when we touch A little bit too much I love it when we, when we, when we I love it when we More love, less talk, more love I feel you in my bones

Look what you've done I'm a motherfuckin' starboy House so empty, need a centerpiece Twenty racks a table cut from ebony Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby You talking money, need a hearing aid You

Tony dead and his brother too Streets talkin' every week the coppers comin' through And homicides scoopin' niggas out of Paulie crew Damn, he in some shit just like a number two So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money On his second body

Show me that you walk with me Show me that you love me Hopefully, just above me, heaven's watching over me I realize as I lay down to sleep, we haven't spoke in weeks So many things that I'd like to know... Come have a talk with me I need a sign,

Too many missed calls, too many texts I know that it won’t be long, yeah You’ll be like 'Babe, come over' I know how this goes, yeah Talk about you need closure Every time the weekend comes, yeah Damn, I wish I missed my ex Til you‘re gonna call my

Darling if you want to I'm on the line What you're doing I want to talk you back to sleep We can work this out I know we cannot touch I need to hear your voice But we gotta try to

All we need is music, sweet music There'll be music everywhere Dancing in the street, oh Dancing in the street Ok, talk to you South america, australia, france, germany, uk, africa Calling out around the world Are you ready for a brand new beat Summer's

(Wheel it!) Yeah (Six!) Murda on tha beat so it's not nice That’s Baka, he's a no-long-talker Quick to let the motherfuckin' TEC slam We don’t need to hear about a next man Youts talk down, then they get ran Left them, get dipped from the whole ends