Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon my defenses Softly, gently, night unfits
I am no angel I like it when you do that stuff to me I am no angel I like it when you talk, talk dirty when you talk, talk Dirty talk Kitten heels,
[singing:] You can't love, but I bet ya Yo can't hine yeah [Verse 1:] Here we Gooo The 1st time aroud I left the cars at the house And I put the diamonds
(C'mon y'all, c'mon y'all, c'mon y'all) Put yo' hands up Miley, Miley, Miley, Miley (C'mon y'all, c'mon y'all, c'mon y'all) Everybody put yo' hands up
Vibin' to the music, this is how we do it all night Breezin' down the freeway just me and my baby in our ride Just me and my boss, no worries at all Listening
Missin' Yearnin' Tossin' Turnin' Fiendin' For her STILL Waitin' Shakin' Hatin' Havin' Flashbacks Askin' Why me Blindly Walkin' Hopin' Prayin' That she
(T.I.) My garage is flawless under a hundred thou aint allowed Maybach triple white like I'm riding in a cloud no denim on my seats, baby you gon' need
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh This is mattress music Hey, yeah Oh, la, la, la, na, na, na Now I'mma give it to you, baby, just the way you like it, aye And I can
Everybody put your hands up! I'm gonna pull on my dancing shoes And find a crazy outfit 'cause tonight it's all about you I can't wait till I show you
Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind And to lie to you rather than hurt you? Well, I'll confess all of of my sins After several large gins But still
[Drake Chrous] Wouldve came back for you , I just needed time, to do what I had to do caught in the life, I cant let it go whether thats right I will
Yo, what's up girl? Ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you but I
Five, six, seven, eight Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, you are the music, yeah Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, you are the music
When you're swallowing all your pride Do you need somewhere a place to hide A smile from your face Where the light comes shining through All its strength
(Muevelo) (Subelo) Tico era un Boricua de Manhattan Cantaba en el subway Con su beat box y su electric guitar Por las noches era DJ Se paraban en las
Nightime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Slowly, gently, night
