[Christian Sinclair]

What's wrong with just one night

Let's lose what we have left

Just cause it felt so right

Trouble would have never slept

When you were by my side

Who cares if we would fight

If I drunk [inaudible] once

I would drink [inaudible] twice

I shouldn't but I might

You'd never but you did

You know the tricks of trade

I feel the rush you give

You've got an angel's face

You've got the killer's kids

You know just what we ain't

But you know what this is

I'm dying trynna live

I'm living just for you

You made a couple friends

I made a couple moves

I still remember then

I still remember you

If roses are so red

Why am I so fucking blue?

Lalala-dee

She likes to party

He likes Bacardi

For three nights, they're frosty

It's cooler than a penguin gettin' groovy

He was Johnny Bravo, she was Suzi

She would come to kick and watch a movie

Everything was smooth-y

[inaudible]

Take a hoodie like I owed her one or two or three

She was cute to me so what she did was always cool to me

Love is in the air

Love is in the air

So is smoke

So Is toast

Now we're running everywhere

You've been running through my house

I've been running on a prayer

Wondering if I'll stay afloat

Wonder if you really cared

Guess we'll never really know

Just a player being a player

She said so I'm being a hoe

Said a stories being told

Now she haze me so I told her just to call me when she won't

(But)

Sometimes, I wish I could rewind

So everything is fine

So everything is fine

(I'm singing)

Sometimes I wish I could rewind

So everything is fine

So everything is fine

(I'm singing)

Sometimes I wish I could rewind

So everything is fine

So everything is fine

(I'm singing)

Sometimes I wish I could rewind

So everything is fine

So everything is fine

(I'm singing)

Oh but now I drink so much

And I think so much about you

Some things just don't fade away

Oh but now I drink so much

And I think so much about you

Some things just don't fade away

[Zack Villere]

Called you in the morning by the highway to school

You said you'd meet me every week by the grocers on the street

It's complicated

So complicated

Just listening to you, Chris Brown, and dancing around by myself in my underwear

You said you'd see me there

But you never popped up

So I think that you messed up, girl

I don't even care (I don't care what you do)

(what you do)

Da da-da da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da da-da-da da-da

Da da-da da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da da-da-da da-da

Da da-da da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da da-da-da da-da

Da da-da da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da da-da-da da-da

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Get down man

-Yo man

What're you trynna do man? Peak on me?

You fuckin' peepin' Tom

Haha

--"Peaking" Tom, not "peeping"

-Yo man I'm just trying to explain