I want to know what it is to do
I want to know what it is to do
I want to know what it is
I want to know what it is to do
She gon' race with Green right at the turn of the millennium
Like damn, tryna study every inch of you
I really gotta cram
Skin is tougher than an alligator
Stubborn like my big toe
Hurricane evacuation every time she switch modes
Pass, pass, pass it to the left side
Baby, can I take that little body for a test drive?
Sushi reservations booked at 7 on the west side
Tell me that I'm, tell me that I'm better than the next guy
Better than your plan B
I'm being frank like Sinatra
But Marilyn, I got you
You ain't no slam piece
You're instrumental like this damn beat
Got me fired up, it's like a Snap Street
So many things on my mind
Wish I could stress, but I ain't got the time
I've been good my whole life, yeah
The way you look, it's hard to get mad
You think that too much of a good thing bad
So many things on my plate
Guess I'm caught up in the thrill of the chase
I've been good my whole life, yeah
Think about the times that we had
I mean it's too much of a good thing bad
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
You know love is full of pain, full of pain, full of pain
Keep it shining in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
Gotta charge it to the game, to the game, to the game
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
You know love is full of pain, full of pain, full of pain
Keep it shining in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
Gotta charge it to the game, to the game, to the game
Yeah, listen, I ain't with the drama
Baby, bite your tongue
I ain't lookin' for a parlor when the night's so young
It's a quarter to eleven, what's 411?
You should listen to your mama, cause I might just, might just run
Bartender, can you pour more rum?
All my homies on these strippers like I need more ones
Got my girl up on the line like when the tour gon' come
You should listen to your mama, cause I might just, might just run
Run, run, might just run, run, run, run
You should listen to your mama, cause I might just, might just, might just
So many things on my mind
Wish I could stress, but I ain't got the time
I've been good my whole life, yeah
The way you look, it's hard to get mad
You think that too much of a good thing bad
So many things on my plate
Guess I'm caught up in the thrill of the chase
I've been good my whole life, yeah
Think about the times that we had
I mean it's too much of a good thing bad
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
You know love is full of pain, full of pain, full of pain
Keep it shinin' in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
You gotta charge it to the game, to the game, to the game
So many things on my mind
Wish I could stress, but I ain't got the time
So many things on my plate
Guess I'm caught up in the thrill of the chase
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
You know love is full of pain, pain, pain
Keep it shinin' in the rain, rain, rain
You gotta charge it to the game, game, game
So many things on my mind
Wish I could stress, but I ain't got the time
I've been good my whole life, yeah
The way you look, it's hard to get mad
You think that too much of a good thing bad
So many things on my plate
Guess I'm caught up in the thrill of the chase
I've been good my whole life, yeah
Think about the times that we had
I mean it's too much of a good thing bad
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
You know love is full of pain, pain, pain
Keep it shinin' in the rain, rain, rain
You gotta charge it to the game, game, game
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
You know love is full of pain, pain, pain
Keep it shinin' in the rain, rain, rain
You gotta charge it to the game, game, game
