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'Cause all I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
Well, I hate the beach, yet I stand
In California with my toes in the sand
Got the sleeves on my sweater
Let's have an adventure, heads in the clouds
But my gravity's centered
Touch my neck, I'll touch yours
You and those little high waisted shorts, oh
She knows what I think about
What I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you found out
Nothing that I would never tell you about, no
'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
'Cause I ain't dissin' on nobody's beat
I'm vibin' on the beat
Honestly, I'm just tryin' to be
I just gotta be
Tryin' to get over on anything, she tellin' lies to me
I spit fire out of all my pinky rings
She love my diamond ring
Anyway, I'm married to the gang
She said her vows to me
I ain't gettin' on my knees
Baby, you bow down to me
You go down for me
You lay down and do the time for me
Sorry boo, yeah, I lied to you
But don't you lie to me
It's too cold for you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
'Cause it's too cold, cold, whoa, whoa, whoa
Mondays I think of you
But I ain't trippin' on it
Tuesdays I'm eatin'
Gotta put my hands up on ya
Wednesdays I live with you
You know you stayin' over
Thursdays I'm sick of you
I got to get rid of you
'Cause Fridays are always the start of the time of my life
When I get faded you hate it but baby it's gone be alright
'Cause it's too cold for you here