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If I had my way I'd keep you all damn day No working round the clock boy Cause that's your style No bag full of money or trunk full of gold Compares to you, compares to you Small town boy made it out to the city A woman and her heart seem to be so tricky Be careful who you give your kisses to Now we out here in LA taking pics with the crew We look bigger on TV Brighter in life Now here we are as man and his wife Let's make a pit stop for coffee and cream Some honey please honey, now back to the scheme To the 80's and the 90's when it all was lit I just ain't with it less it's flashy and hip You tickle my spirit Then you tell me to chill You show me your oldies You can't sit still They take notes from your book but it ain't the same Jesus on your chain and tattoos every place I got my white dress on and scarf on my hair It feels like heaven long as you are here Like your guitar you pulling strings You better live it up it's over in a blink I refuse to sink send my ashes to space Follow your dreams or else this life is waste Back back back back Back back back Back Back back back back Back back back back Ohhh singing bird Sing me song, sing me a song All the poems you write Pages from our life Every touch me take All the rules we break