't you show it? If you need me, why don't you show it? I've been givin' you my all, givin' you my I've been givin' you my all, my all, my What you been
for one man to handle When all I need is a one night scandal And I?ma get buck in here! Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards You?re the type
ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds To all my shorties wigglin
all night (Thinking about you all night) Said I been thinking about you all night (Thinking about you all night) Said I been thinking about you all night (Thinking about you all
[talking:] I'm tryna put it into words It's like... it's like Check it out, right My ol' lady, right You know, my girl Take something simple like eating
just to get off and throw my hands up high and live my life and live my life just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high Silly little
[Bruno Mars] This one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna
better to bailar (Spanish for dance) You can pull the trigger or you can build you an ark My words are rather kind you keep them held in contempt Looking
my mouth look like a capital U I want the sun to shine All the time Is that too much to ask Oh, I want to have some fun I want all my friends to come
my demons I'm manning up, I'ma hold my ground I've had enough, now I'm so fed up Tryin' to put my life back together right now It was my decision to
thick tongue Brimming with the words that go unsung I simmer then I burn for a someone The wrong one And I tell myself to let the story end That my
m so mad, I might tell you that it's over But if you look a little closer I said leave, but all I really want is you To stand outside my window throwing
traffic Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on? Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone? Shoulda sent a thank you note, you little
the mattress Now she's lying to my face Eyes burning up like her words was mace I don't even hear what she was trying to say Song playing in my head
worked all week. Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaved. Got the cover off a '68. I fired it up, and let them horses sing. A little pretty thing. A little
I'll see my wife and son in just a little while I asked him what he meant He looked at me and smiled, said I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding