In A Sentimental Mood I can see the stars come thru my room Is like a flame that lights the gloom On the wings of ev'ry kiss Drift a melody so strange and sweet In this sentimental bliss you make my Paradise complete Rose pearls seem to fall It's all

All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse But after all I've said, please don't forget Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people

Who they want you to be Who they wanted to see If my velocity starts to make you sweat Then just don't let go Get up and go Just leave the party with me and never go home But you'll just never know 'Cause the emergency room got no vacancy (Go) kill the

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Hop into my spaceship coupe There's only room for two (Me and you) And with the top down We'll cruise around Land and make love on the moon And with the top of you wrapped up In my space lover cocoon

I'm running out of room For your tattoos How can I get over you, over you When you're all over me? So don't tell me it's cool That I'm tattooed How can I get over you, over you? When you're all over me, yeah yeah One touch always makes me

I'm just sayin', you could do better I'm just sayin' you could do better And I'll start hatin', only if you make me Fuck that nigga that you love so bad I know you still think about the times we had I say fuck that nigga that you think you found (Are you

(Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, ooh, ooh) Your confidence It's your confidence Please don't tell nobody 'bout this affair Baby, go and dutty whine it out, thank you, baby We might not make it to the room, from right here I love it when you tell me what to

This is not for you Restless soul, enjoy your youth Like Muhammad hits the truth Can't escape from the common rule If you hate something, don't you do it, too Small my table, sits just two Got so crowded, I can't make room Oh, where did they come from?

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message And with that being said my nigga,