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into your passion Just don?t tow the line You got to stir it up You got to stir it up sometimes You got to stir it up You got to stir it up sometimes
[Verse 1] Ayo, the hotter the summer, the cooler the fall The lesser you stress her, the quicker she call Now whether you short, or whether she tall
(feat. Eminem) (uhh, hell yea man, hm, oh fuck yeah when I'm not at home, beating my shit to death I'm listening to the Madd Rapper's album This is
night Dark shining surging sea Seen only in moonlight Black cities submerged by time Tombs of ancient gods The dark waters stir Cyclone above
darlin', stir it up. Come on, baby Come on and stir it up: little darlin', stir it up. O-oh! It's been a long, long time, yeah! (stir it, stir it, stir
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we can stir it up Little darlin' stir it up We can stir it up Little darlin' stir it up Stir it up say ladadadada We can stir it in my life if you like my baby We can stir
I took a drive today Saw an old willow tree I thought about a bedroom window Thought about you and me Yeah, talk about an endless summer I'm still living
So many choices in my life these days So much confusion, so many shades of gray That sometimes I don't know My left from my right But I've got these
We were eighteen and nineteen And paired off on Saturday nights Down in the basement, big killer stereo Dimmer switch on the lights Jane was a dancer
So much for finishing what we started But don't take it personal if I'm not broken-hearted I've had enough, I'll sleep you off Your memory ain't so tough
Hey, baby, what's the chance you dancing with me? Been watching you all night Like what I see That big old moon is shining down from above You know it's stirring
s sippin Sex On the Beach Maria loves those blue margaritas She likes em garnished with peach I dig these dirty martinis I like em shaken not stirred
You like a dozen wine red roses Candle lights on porcelain set tables And that's fine Well, I'll go out of my way for you anytime, that's right The
Not a worry in the world Crazy boy and pretty girl Man, life was simple then Nothin that we had to do And no one to answer to Til reality stepped in
Bad move, baby I let you in You're a tattoo under my skin And I can't wash it off It's a permanent mark I try to let it go, I try to chill But still
(Phil Vassar/Craig Wiseman) Well, I was 18, makin' minimum wage, With a Letterman jacket and a Chevrolet. I thought I was cool, yeah, I ruled the school