To my neighborhood I said, "Goodbye, so long", to my, my neighborhood 'Cause I'll always, always come back And I know, I know I'll see you again (I'll see you again) My neighborhood (my neighborhood) I left my mother feelin' sick in a bedroom My daddy

Feels good don't it What's it like girl To have somebody love you With a love Too good to be true You ought to know How bout those lonely nights You used to pray Something like this

You won't wanna go home And it feels so good in my arms 'Cause we'll wake up together Don't look back, when you're holding me 'Cause I know what this love was meant to be One day we're gonna wake up together We'll find love here together We're gonna wake

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

I wanna be like, I wanna be like I wanna be like, I wanna be like, most girls Most girls, our fight to make every day No two are the same You know some days you feel so good in your own skin But it's okay if you wanna change the body that you came in

Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's good Yeah, you know a remix just feels right dog? Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them Knahmsayin? No question, it's like the elders told me No one person can do anything, but everyone

That real good feeling, the kind that makes you wanna sing I don't mind being on my own, but I would love it if you came along So we can live it easy, living easy, that real good feeling, living easy 'Cause you know I'm never in a rush I like my living

Oh Nikita you will never know, anything about my home I'll never know how good it feels to hold you Nikita I need you so Oh Nikita is the other side of any given line in time Counting ten tin soldiers in a row Oh no, Nikita you'll never know Nikita

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And