I gotta couple problems
But who dont?
123All I ever needed was a pair of shoes
A dollar in my pocket
And a parachute
Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find youAll I ever needed was a pair of shoes
A dollar in my pocket
And a parachute
Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find youAir-o-plane that I can take to the sky
Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find youIma simple man
With a dangerous mind
I take my time
Sex and wine
Im one of a kind
Aint no fucking wit mine
My baby got me wishin that the sun would shine
Everybody wanna fall in love some day
Wit a six foot super model running down the runway
I found mine,
Walking in the park
On a Sunday night
We gunna get together cuz it feels so right
Feels so right sleepin in my bed tonight
Its been a hard days work
I bet your soul hurts
Yes-sir
No-sir
Find the folders
Pile the boulders
On top of your shoulders
I wanna get high and hold ya
Be good like I told ya I would
You know its all good
Lets take it easy like, 123All I ever needed was a pair of shoes
A dollar in my pocket
And a parachute
Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you
123All I ever needed was a pair of shoes
A dollar in my pocket
And a parachute
Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find youLove is a drug
Sex is obliged
She was sexin all over me
Like what?
She said she like it slow
So I sped it up
To switch it up
When I hit it up
The sweat was drippin
Her dog was trippin
While the Chihuahua was barkin and bitchin
Scratchin and itchin
Bathroom and kitchen
Im a specialist
In all positions
Exceptional
Pussy professional
In love with your body
Like a vegan loves vegetables
Eatable underwear
Taste like strawberries under there
Come to papa bear, mama bearI gotta couple problems
But who dont?
Now dont try to tell me that you dont
But we can work em out together
Its easy like 123All I ever needed was a pair of shoes
A dollar in my pocket
And a parachute
Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you
123All I ever needed was a pair of shoes
A dollar in my pocket
And a parachute
Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you
123Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky
Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find youI was born on the beach
Got sand in my fro
Hands in my pockets
Aint got no dou
But I got soul
Ask james brown
He gave me the crown when he left town
Im the sex machine
Babies, text message me
Takin my paper like im a god dam fax machineI gotta couple problems
But who dont?
Now dont try and tell me that you dont
But we can work em out together
Its easy like 123All I ever needed was a pair of shoes
A dollar in my pocket
And a parachute
Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you
123All I ever needed was a pair of shoes
A dollar in my pocket
And a parachute
Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you
123Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky
Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you