But that's all I wanna do right now I wanna sleep next to you And I wanna come home to you So come over now and talk me down But home is just a room full of my safest sounds I wanna hold hands with you (Talk me down) But I wanna sleep next to you 'Cause

I gave you all But I gave you all Force from the world a patient smile And you rip it from my hands And you swear it's all gone And you rip out all I had Just to say that you've won Rip the earth in two with your mind Seal the urge which ensues with

strip that down, girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You know, I love it, when the music's loud But c'mon, strip that down for me, baby Now there's a lot of people in the crowd But only you can dance with me So put your hands on my body You know, I love it

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman My, oh my, what a girl And I'm down on my hands and knees Begging you please, baby, show me your world Oh baby, oh man You're making my crazy, really driving me mad That's all right with me, it's really no fuss As long

I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face Maybe 'cause a nigga handsome and wealthy Is it 'cause a nigga cook like a professor I

I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side With your hands between your thighs Stop and wait a sec Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling What did you expect?

(Chorus x2) I'm wearing thin wearing out becoming weak Holding hands with this rope she's my self-destructive Bleeding disease the things that makes it hard to breathe But if I shoved you far away This addict just starved again asphyxiated And now I see

I will walk, with my hands bound I will walk, with my face blood I will walk, with my shadow flag Into your garden Garden of stone The direction of the eye So misleading The defection of the soul Nauseously quick

In the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life Said, "I raise my hands I'm findin' more and more truth Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

With no makeup Don't have to curl my hair up All this booty here mine I'mma dolla worth a dime Real bosses stand up Ladies throw your hands up And say I know I'm cute I know I'm fly You ask me why