Uncle Jeb - Showin' Tits And Ass!

Baby, don't worry 'bout it.

Hate it.

Don't even think about it.

You worry 'bout the wrong things.

The wrong things.

You worry 'bout the wrong things.

The wrong things.

You worry 'bout the wrong things.

The wrong things.

You worry 'bout the wrong things.

The wrong things.

Tell me right now, you really wanna spend your whole life alone?

A little time out might do you good, might do us good, for we be done for good.

'Cause I can make it good, I can make it hood, I can make it come, I can make it go.

I can make it high, I can make it fly, I can make it touch the sky, hey, maybe so.

All of the time, you be up in my check, you throw my cell phone, baby, no.

You wanna kill the vibe on another night, here's another fight, oh, here we go, oh, here we go.

Baby, don't worry 'bout it.

Lady, we'll go out to the floor.

Enemy waves, don't know.

They don't know.

They'll never know.

Never know.

Enemy waves, don't know.

They'll never know.

They'll never know you.

All of the time, you wanna complain about the nights alone.

So now you're here with me, stretchin' gratitude, lead a attitude way back at home.

Yeah, you see 'em, look, baby, let 'em look at your cold looks 'cause we look cold.

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