Put on your crisp white shirt I'll wear a bright red skirt I'll take a taxi ride So we can drink all night I know it's been so long But boy, you still turn me on 'Cause tonight I want to Make love like strangers No more fighting, no more pain It would drive us both insane Let's just do it like we just met (Do it, do it, do it, yeah) Write your number on my hand Sweat it off when we dance And we'll do it like we just met Ooh-oh, mouth to mouth, we touch Resuscitating what we nearly lost I never wanna let you go, so just Do it like we never met before Give me mouth to mouth Hey-eh-eh, yeah-eh-eh, yeah-eh-eh, yeah-eh-eh Walk through the neon lights I love this London Eye Come here, my big brown eyes And kiss these lips of mine Now, will you walk me home? (Yeah, yeah) And if you're wanting more (yeah, yeah) Just ask, I won't say no (yeah, yeah) Let's make this magic No more fighting, no more pain It would drive us both insane Let's just do it like we just met (Do it, do it, do it, yeah) Write your number on my hand Sweat it off when we dance And we'll do it like we just met Ooh-oh, mouth to mouth, we touch Resuscitating what we nearly lost I never wanna let you go, so just Do it like we never met before Give me mouth to mouth Whoa! Oh, when you touch me, I turn golden Forgot to remember you could make me feel this Won't go to work tomorrow morning Stay in all day and tell, the neighbors know your name And I know that sometimes baby (sometimes baby) I can seem a little crazy (little crazy) Just grab me by the back of my neck And give me mouth to mouth Ooh-oh, mouth to mouth, we touch Resuscitating what we nearly lost I never wanna let you go so just Do it like we never met before Give me mouth to mouth Ooh-oh, mouth to mouth, we touch Resuscitating what we nearly lost I never wanna let you go, so just Do it like we never met before Give me mouth to mouth Hey-eh-eh, yeah-eh-eh, yeah-eh-eh, yeah-eh-eh

Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers I'm in the Smoky Mountains sipping Par Probably gone pull up on Dolly Parton I be stepping on shit like I got a pardon And we smoking exotic, nobody farting Niggas run them pockets when I walk in the room Lot of guns, you can choose your doom Never sleeping, when you snooze you lose These bags on my eyes are Jimmy Choo Hit up your girl to help me bust a P down I'm selling bandana when I'm out in C-Town She hop in the panoramic and get beat down I trapped in your hood for hours, I made three rounds Buy it for one and I sell it for two Only me and boo, no more room in the coupe She be sipping that shit out of me like it's soup And I took that boy shit, now he gotta recoup Never doubt, I've never been in a drought Keep it coming in and getting it out Twenties, fifties, hundreds any amount Run my money, bitch stop running your mouth If you ain't a hustler, then we can not relate Money in the bank and we got racks in the safe Paper on the floor, I gotta get me a rake They want more and more, I gotta raise up the rate Hey Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers My brodie, my grodie, my nigga my homie He got taxed for that Act so we're pouring it slowly I'm unlocking my bully, I'm 'bout to go Broly And we prey on the opps so we leaving 'em holy I'm driving that Honda like I'm selling mid He thought all that talking was slick so we slid You're trying to get high while I'm trying to get rich I built a house with all these muhfuckin' bricks Don't call me by my government, call me Masta My music meant for all the trappers and bastards Trying to find out their place in the world like a travel agent Start a change, but they're ending it faster I told them young niggas stop playing with guns Red tips in the drum, this shit ain't for fun I'm unloading this bitch, I won't stop 'til it's done Had to foreign the whip, drop the top in the sun Hellcat the highway to heaven Size 17, boy I really be stepping Crush up your fingers so fuck who you're repping And I'm from Jackson where you need a weapon Nigga free SK know we go EBK Said that shit to his face since he didn't behave Heard he spoke on my name, tell me what did he say? Imma pull up and see for myself, I can't wait We still upping the rate Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers

Keep it frfrfr Put my head down, work everyday for the meal Work every day for the mil, repeating myself so I know how it feels Keep it frfrfr Put my head down, work everyday for the meal Work every day for the mil, repeating myself so I know how it feels Repeating myself so I know how it feels Man get off your phone, they copy my swag I just see bunch a' clones The whip and the money is cool but the real disconnect and you move up alone I stay in my home I stay in my home The king of the tape I don't give up my throne Who knew jman had this flow Shiny rockin with the bros Yeah I know how this goes cause Ive done this before Makin up, makin the heat Had to go sit on the beat and repeat It's time to eat, its time to sit down and feast I keep it up top in the trees, don't ever plead Yeah get off your knees Wont give her my phone even though I wont cheat Im working so hard every break is a treat I keep to myself cause I keep it discreet I cook it one more time but I don't take it with no seasoning I'm running round this beat while they be trippin for no reason I keep it real, I keep it cold I make sure my ice freezing I make sure my ice freezing Keep it frfrfr Put my head down, work everyday for the meal Work every day for the mil, repeating myself so I know how it feels Keep it frfrfr Put my head down, work everyday for the meal Work every day for the mil, repeating myself so I know how it feels Repeating myself so I know how it feels

You tied the knot A legend is what you bought I give you cold water and you Swear it was wine You bought time If you can fool yourself, then why not them? Just keep on passing it mouth to mouth to mouth You tied the knot A legend is what you bought I give you cold water and you Swear it was wine You bought time If you can fool yourself, then why not them? Just keep on passing it mouth to mouth to mouth I can dress up the dead man But I can't bring him back to life You tied the knot Peeled your skin off, leaving a bundle of nerves I give you a wet noodle, you swear that it was my tongue A sharp one Instead of that same old mouth to mouth to mouth to mouth I can dress up the dead man But I can't bring him back to life