You're driving this thing tonight Just pick the spot, say the word Baby, what you got? We can go uptown, show out Spend every dime in my pocket We can hit the outskirts, red dirt Riding these roads like a rocket You can be my freeway DJ Just tell me

Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' To make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor baby's name When she forgot that thing that she had You must treat your lover girl right If you

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

Keep rocking me I want you to keep rocking me You can rock me baby, ha You can rock me all night long Rock me baby, rock me baby, rock me babe, huh You girl you can't rock me all night long, now oh now Just keep on rockin' me little girl, girl Honey

I'll take advantage while You hang me out to dry But I can't see you every night I need an easy friend I do, with an ear to lend I don't think you fit this shoe I do, won't you have a clue

You say that you want me I hope that you do Cause tell me just where I would be in this world Without someone like you When you say that you need me Like only you can Oh baby you don't really know what you've done To the heart of this man So baby tonight

How bout it baby (Let me show you what's up, Show you backwoods crazy) Yeah you make me (wanna take you for a ride And then just maybe) We can sip on the wine Rock and Roll all night Get ya off deep in these Florida pines

You say that you want me I hope that you do Cause tell me just where I would be in this world Without someone like you When you say that you need me Like only you can Oh baby you don't really know what you've done To the heart of this man So baby tonight

Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, drooling over you The things you do That's cuttin' all into my time with you Are we still good? Are we still good? These days, I'm letting God handle all things above me The things I can't change

Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit