Don't look around 'Cause I'm never coming back It's high time You saw the last of me Had to change my mind You're going to change my mind You thought I was a whiner I'd forgotten where to go

Over here, over here Okay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice It’s me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists Take them back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace Causing mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice Smoking

Until I'm back in your arms again I'll be out here on the wind Through the middle of the night unknown I'm an asphalt cowboy Born to run underneath the stars Pay no mind to my lonely heart The sun has opened up my eyes

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

For Gods sake, dear Please take my hand It's all I want Just say yes, just say there's nothing holding you back It's not a test, nor a trick of the mind Just say yes, 'cause I'm aching and I know you are too For the touch of your warm skin As I breathe

Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride And I know it's risky right Won't you hit it how I like But I want it in the backseat of my hm Who needs a bed when there’s a hooptie instead So I want it now Oowee these fellas can't mind their business, hm

Your songs remind me of swimming Which I forgot when I started to sink But somehow I forgot So I dive straight back in the ocean Take a deep breath, suck the water in my chest Drank further away from the shore And deeper into the drink Sat on the bottom

I been drifting along In the same stale shoes In the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation Loose ends tying a noose When I wake up Someone will

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

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