re out of date You're awfully sweet Haven't got the time Growing up so fast Got better things to do CHORUS: You can get what you want So young and lovely
out of date You're awfully sweet Haven't got the time Growing up so fast Got better things to do CHORUS: You can get what you want So young and lovely
breeze would come and the trees would bend And the people would say "look what it leads with sin". And the air was violent and our care was silent And
it's natural to fall in love But love is for people with hearts Not for the kids just brushing up on their chemistry Bottom lips and fingertips Two twenty
(rear) and I'm like "oh derr (dear)" I ain't never seen nathen like you before And you the type to make a nigga wanna open your door And to the house
right that i hit you with another one Remix we get busy over here No sleep niggas stay up on they grizzie over here We young (young), we fly (fly) and
cause we (L-M-F-A-O) Well I'm Redfoo and I'm Sky Blu and we brought some friends along (Shake that) Young Boss, Kevin Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon'
you got to offer is really enough For cars sex and houses, money and stuff I'd rather be broke and own nothin but piece of mind and a Benz, and a house, and
you lose, and you lose what you groove and your moving away and you move what you groove when you prove what you lose and you lose what you choose and
Young heartthrobs get young heart sobs, cause "Good evenening ladies and gentlemen welcome to Hollywood, California" [Charli 2na] The city of angel's wings represents people's hopes and dreams And
in love with the boy next door. Momma, please understand And momma I'm so sorry But I don't think that I can let hem go I'm in love with the boy next
shit Sean and Ace allowed me to demonstrate Styles buckwild, meanwhile yo ass I obliterate Get it straight, the facts is right and exact Do it for the love of the rap and
still love you! We're living in glory days, days I'll never forget, days I'll never regret. So many times that blow my mind, you and I and a gang of
I need you, I need ya. Last night was a blur but all I remember is, Black shirt bare carrats on my wrist, Me and a couple man rollin up in a whip, Met a pretty young
seen nathen like you before And you the type to make a nigga wanna open your door And to the house up on the hill and the jag is yours As long as you
