I see the way you move your hips the way you shake your ass and you lick your lips like fuck high school she rather go to the club get drunk and get fucked
across a bridge up on the second floor me on the couch you on the bed you told me about your lovers i can't remember all the dumb things i said lighters
Well sure has been a while Well I was just here killing some time Watching people go by Left my sins down by the sea Don't you know that no-one likes
There is too much confusion Much too much impact of obscene terror I wonder why I'm still surfing on this wave of obsession Is there a reason to stay
Now everybody put on your dance shoes It's time we all got footloose, just follow me I?m making time to cut up the floor It's in your eyes and I want
Chorus: I'm comin' back home to you Stuck to you like crazy glue Don't wanna go on living without Something left to shout about We'll play the game of
you can love me or hate, whatever suits you But I'll destroy you, and you know it! Nigga [Chamillionaire talking] Nigga knew he had messed up when he
Attention, we gotta thang for cotton-candy rappers That gotta be in the bed before 9:00 Cover ya ears, its 'bout to get ugly baby Now who they want?
I'm gonna make sure that I put this place on the map If there's one promise I make, it's that If there's one promise I make, it's that And some have
Hey, are you lonely? Has summer gone so slowly? We found the ground And that damage was done It's cold as you fade into the sun Where'd you go? To me?
I'm gonna make sure that I put this place on the map If there's one promise I make it's that If there's one promise I make it's that Some map told
I can't explain feelings I see like neon skies and these glass cities, being trapped by cloudy sheets, stapled to my bed by cold IVs. The doctors come
(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) There is too much confusion Much too much impact of obscene terror I wonder why i'm still surfing on this
city's a mess, the city's a mess, the city's a mess This city's a mess, the city's a mess, the city's a mess This city's a mess, the city
"Stay in your seats" "We're in the back seat playing -- "I can't sleep" "I'm thinking maybe they noticed" "don't stop" Hey, I find it harder and harder
Translation: Alphaville. Soul Messiah.
Translation: Rachelle Ferrell. Why You Wanna Mess It All Up.
Translation: I CAN MAKE A MESS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS. You Make Me Wanna Drink.
