Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Don't you get comfortable Looking so hot I think that I might fall Feeling like it's my birthday Like Christmas day came early Just what I want So when we move Don't leave me standing all by myself

Heavy metal, heavy metal What do you want Between the eyes I hear it screaming And it electrifies Your inner feelings Hot shock waves charge the air All heads are banging Fists pumping everywhere

You can miss me all you want But I'm not coming over Cause tonight I'm doing me I'll call you in the morning (that's right) Hanging with my girls Until the break of dawn You cant tell me no

Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Ring, do you hear me calling? Not a fighter, a lover I just want you, my darling (Purps On The Beat) Breakaway, and make a way to make it Love the way you lookin' when you naked Treat your heart just like a

Come and save me tonight You're my angel Baby, you're my angel Come and make it alright I'm alone, yeah, I don't know if I can face the night I'm in tears and the cryin' that I do is for you I want your love Let's break the walls between us Don't make it

(When we leave this room it's gone) (I’ll be looking through your eyes) (Why are you so far from saving me?) Is the company stalling? We had what we wanted your eyes With no word from the former I'd be happy as hell, if you stayed for tea (I know so well

(I got to keep movin', I can't stop) (Can't slow down) You see I (can't slow down) No I (can't slow down) Ooh girl I'm all fired up. I know what's on your mind. You feel you're wasting time. want to talk about it? You feel there's something wrong.

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher So misunderstood, but

I'm looking for a mixed girl Oh, I can't believe it But you really got sex appeal, so I really gotta keep it real Shorty, I want my fix, I put you on my list, I want you on my wrist cause And we can make it a night to remember, I won't lie to you baby