goin' down, I'm yellin' timberYou better move, you better

1: could dream of ways to see youI could

ain't no scene in the VIP for meNo, it ain't

2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 81, 2, 3, 4,

take my pain, write it across my faceI turn

You really got it goin'You really got it goin' good nowYou

hope is fading from my lipsWhen I kiss you

oh, oh, na, naThere's a ghost under the

the consequence of overloading on the truth?Everything stops and

I wake up happyKnowin' you're there, right by my

for some trouble tonight (yeah)Take my hand, I'll show you

a stereotypeHe’s got the baseball capAnd he’s buildin' the

hear your heartbeat to the beat of the drumsHigh blood

We are the lions, we are the and I

a bitch I can't jump this, Evel KnievelI'm 'bout

day, oh, one day we're all gonna dieBut not tonight

Well,wake up in the morning feeling like Bo DiddleyGrab my glasses,

up in the morning feelin' like P. Diddy (Hey,

This kitten got your tongue tied in knots, I seeSpit it

son, where'd you find up in the mornin' feelin'