: Keep your hands to your self Sinners lose their legs, so the saints will march in place To the tune of every doubt you?ve ever had That you ever had
: This could be a night to remember But you still give me nightmares I could never forget I'm sleeping with the lights on tonight So before you go, I
: Turn those headlights off let's not make a sound just whisper in my ear how much you want me around if you wanted to tell me how much you would miss
: If I had known all these roads had led to you I would of crashed this car now I'm leaving you with all this sorrow and send me your very best the world
: If I told you one day, That I would never hurt you. That I would be a promise I can't make If I told you someday, That this could be true love forever
: Pack it up we can leave this city behind. So long, so long, I wish you well. Pack it up. We can leave this hell behind. So long, so long, I wish you
the back of the club. The alley ways with which we fell in love, over and over. Warm beers in the back of the club. The summer nights, I just can't get
Wassup? Yeah, wassup? Nigga, 103, yeah When this hit drop in the club, nigga Yeah, yeah, let go, let go Why y'all trippin'? I'm just fine 12:45, 'bout
the decades every year summer leaves and my birthday's here And all my friends stand up and cheer And say, "Man you're old Getting old, old, getting old
should I open up on somebody else's carelessness There goes the top, nigga, so here it is Mama workin' all day, Daddy out in the streets Imagine 10 years old
L.A. for the summer I got the worldwide cell to check the email Plus 41K plan in ATL l got 8 females I see em' all from 8 to 12 The only player who
G limp A natural flair with our fresh ass hair Style baggy out clouts slick Creamy and fresh east coast to west Brooklyn Uptown To the universal fair Old
Remix [Chorus - T-Pain] Welcome to my hood, everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it, ugh Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school
had a Martin, I had a fender We were thirteen years of age Out back in the tool shed We were searching for a sound Every day all through that summer
It was a long time ago, I was a girl 'bout 12 years old on my back staring up into the dark summer sky when I said, "God, tomorrow I can't see but I'll
you're old enough to know Kids out on the east coast Roughly twenty years old They got coaxed out by a certain perfect ratio Of warm beer to the summer
we do for love (Do for love) This what we do for love (For love) This what we do for love You ain't lyin' I, I, 9-5 it, more like 12-12 Can't get the
