I wanna be your driver, I wanna be your driver I would love to ride you, I would love to ride you around We'll be ready when you want me to drive you
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, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Heavy metal lover I could be your girl Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl But would you love me If I ruled the
survive and you'd be all I'd ever need But you can't earn what lovers owe I don't want a police man, I want a home My meant-to-be was all make-believe
I'd rather forget I tried to pretend it came to an end 'Cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met But I can't deny, oh, times have gone by
insanity (No, no, not me) Ooh, I'm a hyper-supervisor Fast driver, star driver (Fool) Heaven help the fool, professional gimme-fiver Heaven help the fool Anything you could want to be
That's where I want to be, I want to be free babe You know when I'm feelin' good babe? That's when I feel freea?¦when I feel good And when I feel good
his complex Niggas were hanging out, You ready to roll? Bet I knew it was fuckery, wanted to see the money Said he never trusted me but I can understand that I
be mad I whooped your ass ?cause I?ve tooken a couple feds asking niggas questions but I wouldn?t rebuttal ?cause I?m Jake Gyllenhaal, I?m in the hood
I awaken to sunlight that's beyond bright This day will be done right There is a war, just waiting on the other side of the door But I'll be bringing
fast lane, is what I'm driving on What am I driving at? I'm trying to drive it home I'm in the driver's seat, but you can ride along It's never Cyclops
down and choke half-near to death, I'm going left Sorry about that, see like you I push the bucket I like to burn big, like, I've gotta cut all the
beside ya In the backseat So I can be your backseat driver In the backseat I wanna get beside ya In the backseat So I can be your backseat driver I
i wanna take over you i wanna make love i wanna take over you i wanna make love i wanna take over you i wanna make love i wanna take over you i
know-oh Whoo! I'm really thinkin' of changin' my name to Krispy Kreme I'm do-nuts nigga, let me tell you what I mean I'm paper chasin', chasin' the paper
to mind I want you both Shorty, go get it crunk Sorty I see your ATL stamp and go ahead and stomp Shorty I got that shake now, and don't be scared now
going through that ol' Billie Jean shit I ain't gone let you put your babies on me, I mean this Now I don't know why you be actin' all shady I only want