Love,all my love was yours, Of this I was so sure, I guess I never saw it coming baby, But now I'm over the surprise, I'm wearing this disguise, So everyone
Here and now I wanna be the one for you In everything you want me to Cos I couldn't live if were apart time is running out on you and me Cos nothings
It's the things that you do, So physical, It's the things that you say, So flammable, You know I can't resist, Boy it's such a shame, Do you belong to
How could it go wrong when I dreamed for so long, Of you and no one else, I thought you were truly the one who knew me, Better than know myself, And
This is the summer of love Tonight the fiesta will come It's the summer of love Tonight we live la vida loca Yes we'll have the time of our lives A
Thank God for the weekend, Now is the time, For feeling alright, Come and taste the spice of life, Tonight nothing matters, Come and feel the groove
I've never met somebody That does what you do Takes my emotions and make each one Fell brand new Trouble is there is someone Been here in my heart So
Boy, should've have known it from the start, You'd go and break my heart, But I was hoping, praying, You, you always thought you were right, But you
a flash like that, recognize I'm back Strike a match, catch a fire, any moment I decide That's enough of all your lies, boy, your buzz just died Step
name on Go stick your head in a tornado -- brainstorm. I drop bombs. Flex. Napalm. Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto, Giuseppes when I step
it back [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Ok, hello it's da Martian Space jam Jordans I want this shit forever wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest Step
candy paint job fly Big timer on the loose Got my bitch riding five And every time I pull up, you know I'm iced up When I step up in the club, I light
on go stick your head in a tornado, brainstorm I drop bombs, FLex, Napalm black and yellow, will pull up in your ghetto Giuseppe's when I step out, posted
, na, na Now me, I'm the life of the party A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin A little bit of Moet, bottles of the Rose Feel a little buzz
fuck about your cute buzz I return in case you may know who the truth was ... I'm in a club bottle-sippin' and the bitches is jumpin' When we step up
I want this shit forever, mayne Okay, hello, it's da Martian, space jam Jordan's I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest, step
flies that stuck to sticky pecan pies that people put upon the window sill, and how those fine fat flies would feed until they satisfied their greed then buzzed
here now. It's goin' down, steppin' through the crowd, sippin' on Hen, and we get wild. Niggas lookin' foul. If he even move and step like he hatin'--