I've been up, I've been down I've been kicked to the ground But I can't get my mind off of you So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong Hopin' you wanted me to I'm better than I was before I'm knocking at your door I'm coming back for more I keep

Our love comes back in the middle of the night You know how we've grown And how they catch our every turn Everyone's arrived here I see the pictures of everyone And they truly got it But it's your image burned into my mind And again I find That it's

Sugar mama, sugar mama, Sugar mama, please, come back to me They've been braggin' all over town We done crazy about you Sugar mama Because you ease my worried mind I like my coffee sweet early in the mornin', You know, and I'm crazy 'bout my tea at night

Walk me home in the dead of night So say you'll stay with me tonight I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh There's something in the way you roll your eyes Takes me back to a

Inside your mind I've been watching you walk I've been learning the way that you talk The back of your head is at the front of my mind Soon I'll crack it open just to see what's inside your mind Marry me, I will wait until you're fast asleep Dreaming

'Cause ain't much changed but my age The man you love is the same I gave you the best of my pieces Promise me you'll let me come back home Keep my bed warm Only say you'll be there when I do Promise you get the best of me Got my mind on your waist

You are the song that I sing You are the four seasons of my life But maybe tomorrow You'll change your mind girl Maybe tomorrow You'll come back to my arms girl You are the book that I read each day (Gonna sing it to you) The way you do baby

Like a gust of wind But I didn't know You push me back every once in a while You remind me there's someone up there Who ushers in The air I need to power my sail When I open the window I wanna hug you 'Cause you remind me of the air

Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with I would jack off so much back at my parents' house And now my dick has a permanent imprint of my hand around it Life was lame, I had

Drip too hard, don’t stand too close You gon' fuck around and drown off this wave Doing all these shows, I’ve been on the road I don't care where I go, long as I get paid Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind Soon as I get back, she gettin' slayed Every