Make it hot The world is filled, with pimps and hoes The world is mine, can't you see I'm just trying to be all I can be But we'll just talk about those I knows We'll just talk about those I knows Now first come the cash, then come the ass Then come big

Beautiful is your life I want to live in your love If age is a trap I wonder why I hold back Mistakes, mistake to make me laugh Only time can answer that I'm done, I'm giving up control

I want you, I want you, I ain't trippin' 'bout a damn thing I ain't trippin' 'bout a damn thing And I won't fall, till I get it Till I get it, oh And I won't fall And I won't fall, till I get it, oh Yeah, and I won’t fall All these pictures that we taken

If I had to lose a mile If I had to touch feelings I would lose my soul The way I do I don't have to think I only have to do it The results are always perfect And that's old news Would you like to hear my voice

And it's undivided I don't party on Friday night I don't party on Saturday no more What goes on in my life, what goes on in my mind (She understands me) They said you should take time, that's why I'm giving her mine Woah, woah, woah I ain't hit the club,

All I wanna do is end up with you (ooh, ooh) End up with you, end up with you Lovin' in the back seat to the radio Wouldn't be the worst scenario 'Cause all I wanna do is end up with you Get home and we're locked out Middle of the backyard laying down

Imagination's got the best of you Baby baby your imagination (your imagination) You're caring too much about what I say You're wondering too much about what I do And baby, your imagination now Your imagination (your imagination) Baby your imagination

So how can you sleep at night? Feels like you're gone Tell if you think it's worthless Tell me if I'm losing you Tell me you think I deserve this Tell me now, what should I do? Talking at you and there's no reply Staring at me from the other side 'Cause

So much that it hurts All I know is that I love you so Got a tattoo that said "together through life" Carved in your name with my poker knife And you wonder when you wake up, will it be alright oh oh Feels like there's something broken inside Is that in

Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out