1.Turn Up The Music
Lyricist：Damon ThomasMichael JiminezChris BrownAlexander
PalmerTerrance ColesHarvey MasonJr.
Writer(s)：Damon ThomasMichael JiminezChris BrownAlexander
PalmerTerrance ColesHarvey MasonJr.
Turn up the music cause the song just came on
Turn up the music if they try to turn us down
Turn up the music, can I hear it til the speakers blow
Turn up the music, fill your cup, and drink it down
If you're sexy and you know it, put yo hands up in the air
Put yo hands up in the air, girl put yo hands up, hands up,
hands up, hands up
If you're sexy and you know it, put yo hands up in the air
Put yo hands up in the air, girl put yo hands up
And
Turn up the music (just turn it up louder)
Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah)
Turn up the music (just turn it up louder)
Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)
T-t-turn up the music
T-turn up the
Turn up the music cause the sun just came up
Turn up the music if they try to turn us down
Turn up the music, cause I'm tryna hear the speakers blow
Turn up the music, fill your cup, and drink it down
If you're sexy and you know it, put yo hands up in the air
Put yo hands up in the air, girl put yo hands up, hands up,
hands up, hands up
If you're sexy and you know it, put yo hands up in the air
Put yo hands up in the air, girl put yo hands up
And
Turn up the music (just turn it up louder)
Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah)
Turn up the music (just turn it up louder)
Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)
Save my life (just dance with me)
All I wanna do is party, so DJ turn it upppp
Girl, dance with me (just dance with me)
Girl, can I see that
I really wanna touch that
Baby can I feel that (t-turn up the)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn up the music (just turn it up louder)
Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah)
Turn up the music (just turn it up louder)
Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah, leggo)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh (turn up the music)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
T-t-t-turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
T-turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
T-t-t-t-t-t-turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn up the music
2.Bassline
Lyricist：David JohnsonChris BrownWarren FelderRobert
CallowayAndrea SimmsAndrew WanselRonald Colson
Writer(s)：David JohnsonChris BrownWarren FelderRobert
CallowayAndrea SimmsAndrew WanselRonald Colson
Leggo
The wheels on the Bugatti go 'round-'round-'round
Tappahannock in V.A., yep, that's my town-town-town
If you wanna, we can do this, girl, right now-now-now
You're a model？ I got bottles, pour it down (yikes)
Ay girl, tell me what you're taught
Pretty motherfucker, I'm a put you on the wall now
Ay, girl, you can get it all
Cause I know you like the way my beat go
Beat go beat go beat goooo
Ay girl, tell me what you're taught
Pretty as a, pretty as a picture on the wall now
Ay, girl, you can get it all
Cause I know you like the way my beat go
(Bassline)
Girls like my (Bassline)
Girls like my (Bassline)
(B-b-baseline)
Shake it to my (Bassline)
Gonna make it to my (Bassline)
Get butt naked to my (Bassline)
(B-b-bassline)
Said them girls like (Bassline)
Girls like my (Bassline)
Girl, you know you like my (Bassline)
(B-b-bassline)
Shake it to my (Bassline)
Gonna shake it to my (Bassline)
Get butt naked to my (Bassline)
(B-b-b-b-bassline)
I-I-I-I'm winning, you heard about my image
But I could give a flying motherfuck who's offended
T-t baby, if I go any harder
I'm get you out your guarda, but you're somebody's daughter
But I just wanna know you wanna get it the way that I do
And if you with it, just bring your friends, cause they're
loving the crew
I like your piercings, your attitude, girl, and all your tattoos
So come get it with it, leave with me and take this key to my
room
Ay girl, tell me what you're taught
Pretty motherfucker, I'm a put you on the wall now
Ay, girl, you can get it all
Cause I know you like the way my beat go
Beat go beat go beat goooo
Ay girl, tell me what you're taught
Pretty as a, pretty as a picture on the wall now
Ay, girl, you can get it all
Cause I know you like the way my beat go
(Bassline)
Girls like my (Bassline)
Girls like my (Bassline)
(B-b-baseline)
Shake it to my (Bassline)
Gonna make it to my (Bassline)
Get butt naked to my (Bassline)
(B-b-bassline)
Said them girls like (Bassline)
Girls like my (Bassline)
Girl, you know you like my (Bassline)
(B-b-bassline)
Shake it to my (Bassline)
Gonna shake it to my (Bassline)
Get butt naked to my (Bassline)
(B-b-b-b-bassline)
Yeah, I'm getting money, I'm a name my price
Thousand bottles, on these models; nigga, this ain't your night
Frank mule got a nigga chillin', how the bitch feel with ice
My bassline to her waistline, a nigga 'bout to bust them pipes
I'm wildin', money piling, two dime twins when their thighs bend
In a way I can make Bruce Lee want to throw the towel in
Man, life is just so glorious, you could never worry us
You niggas just be playin' then gravy in notorious
I said them girls in the front, bet that Breezy make 'em jump
Over here we got that loud, over there they got this bump
Boy, we do this every night, you got to save up for a month
And you just say I'm blowing smoke, but nigga, I'm just being
blunt
(Bassline)
Girls like my (Bassline)
Girls like my (Bassline)
(B-b-baseline)
Shake it to my (Bassline)
Gonna make it to my (Bassline)
Get butt naked to my (Bassline)
(B-b-bassline)
Said them girls like (Bassline)
Girls like my (Bassline)
Girl, you know you like my (Bassline)
(B-b-bassline)
Shake it to my (Bassline)
Gonna shake it to my (Bassline)
Get butt naked to my (Bassline)
(B-b-b-b-bassline)
Do it
Go
You have reached your destination
3.Till I Die
Lyricist：Chris BrownMarcella AraicaCameron ThomazNate HillsSean
Anderson
Writer(s)：Chris BrownMarcella AraicaCameron ThomazNate HillsSean
Anderson
Yo, this Virginia
Straight from the country, right there wit my kinfolk
Golds and my mouth and they put 26's on Benzo's
Dirt roads, back wood
They got weed but I've been dope
Ratchet, nigga we act hood
But I'm getting money with these white folk
Sippin and I'm faded, super medicated
Said she wanna check the pole
I said Okay Sarah Palin, so I lay down and lay in
A nigga gon' be faded, all the way to the AM
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bitch I do it
And this the life we chose
Workin' all night
Swear I'm never going broke
And I'mma do this till I die
And I ain't talking shit just cause I'm, just cause I'm...
(I'm high)
Oh God, oh God
Ok, wow, bow
Look at me now, chief like a indian
Talkin in clouds, I'm high as a bitch
I'm talking to clouds
Off tree every night like I roam with the owls
I super soak that ho, show 'em no love just throw em a towel
Still rocking Louis Vuitton condom, cause I'm so fucking in
style, wow
New crib, crash that. Drove here, cab back
Now knock that pussy out, yeah that's just a little cat nap
Hold up, hold up woah
Don't be smoking my shit, I be smoking that fire
And she be smoking my dick
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bitch I do it
And this the life we chose
Workin' all night
Swear I'm never going broke
And I'mma do this till I die
And I ain't talking shit just cause I'm, just cause I'm...
(I'm high)
Smoking, choking, always rollin' something
I don't need a key to start my car
Bitch I just push a button and did a show
Got a half a mill and spent it like it's nothing
Money flowing, never sober
Smoking till I got concussion, no discussion
Man I got a condo and got a big crib
Pounds all over my kitchen is
If I ain't on the road gettin' it
Then I'm in the hood where my niggas live
Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound 'bout to finish it
Now all my pasta got shrimp in it
You talk about and I'm living it
Fucking little bitch
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bitch I do it
And this the life we chose
Workin' all night
Swear I'm never going broke
And I'mma do this till I die
And I ain't talking shit just cause I'm, just cause I'm...
(I'm high)
Real nigga never frontin'
Cause when you got it all
Everybody want somethin'
Middle finger in the air no fist pump
And me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumping
Ah! Finally got this bitch jumping
Got this bitch jumpin'
Fly...that's me...
4.Mirage
Lyricist：Chris BrownEric BellingerKevin McCallHarmony SamuelsNasir
Jones
Writer(s)：Chris BrownEric BellingerKevin McCallHarmony SamuelsNasir
Jones
Eyes must be wide shut
Liquor got you open, closing the blinds 'cause
Just in case you need a friendly reminder
Let me take this bullet bullet out right here
Change you by I need adviser
Hard to beat but fuck it I don't need a driver
All me want is a girl who'll be a rider
Can't believe she pull it, pull it
Nigga gun gun pow
But she want me hold her, hold her down
Sorry boo boo you guess no love, no love nah
Must be coo koo got me fucked up, fucked up wow
(You got em fucked up)
You know a nigga ain't gonna hold ya, hold ya down
I'm a mirage, what？ fuck I look like
I'm a mirage, what the fuck I look like
Shawty you're mine, you're mine
What I look like？ Open your eyes, you're blind
What the fuck up I look like
Yeah yeah you're mind said I should apologize to ya
People telling all of those crazy lies to ya
You believe em I don't wanna accept the truth
Who the fuck you're kidding, kidding
What's the use
Sad to see you playing the fool
You don't know half the shit a nigga been through
I guess you got your reward, reward
Fore the I can like you don't need me babe
But she want me hold her, hold her down
Sorry boo boo you guess no love, no love nah
Must be coo koo got me fucked up, fucked up wow
(You got em fucked up)
You know a nigga ain't gonna hold ya, hold ya down
I'm a mirage, what？ fuck I look like
I'm a mirage, what the fuck I look like
Shawty you're mine, you're mine
What I look like？ Open your eyes, you're blind
What the fuck up I look like
You're looking for love and I'm the one you imagine
With athlete money from just rapping
My body rapping Sir Valentino, Laura piano fashion
Sex with passion, romancing laughing
Happiness, action, restaurants relaxing
They got some good sushi and aspen
A good pussy I'm smashin
I call you Masa LIsa yeah I'm your visa
American express I must confess
I'll try to go beyond love
And this is hard to translate
Love is good but to me good is just an enemy of great
You wanna make it to the top
But you don't' got what it take to be a model, actress, singer,
stripper
Want me to help you to become a star
You was my sister, you was my soldier
Damn I used to miss you
I used to love you
I think to hold you
You didn't know me it was only just a mirage, mirage
You didn't know me it was only just a mirage, mirage
What the fuck I look like
Shawty you're mine, you're mine
What I look like？ Open your eyes, you're blind
What the fuck I look like？
Yeah
What the fuck I look like？
What the fuck I look like？
Fucked up
5.Don't Judge Me
Lyricist：Chris BrownNasri AtwehAdam Messinger
Writer(s)：Chris BrownNasri AtwehAdam Messinger
I don't wanna go there
We should never go there
Why you wanna go there
I guess I gotta go there
You're hearing rumours about me
And you can't stomach the thought
Of someone touching my body
When you're so close to my heart
I won't deny what they saying
Because most of it is true
But it was all before I fell for you
So please babe
So please don't judge me
And I won't judge you
Cause it could get ugly
Before it gets beautiful
Please don't judge me
And I won't judge you
And if you love me
Then let it be beautiful
Let it be beautifu-u-ul, let it be beautiful
Let it be beautifu-u-ul, let it be beautiful
Everything I say right now
Is gonna be used in another fight
And I've been through this so many times
Can we change the subject
You gonna start asking me questions like：
'Was she attractive？ Was she an actress？'
Baby the fact is
You're hearing rumours about me
And saw some pictures online
Saying they got you so angry
Making you wish you were blind
Before we start talking crazy
Saying some things we'll regret
Can we just slow it down and press reset
So please babe
So please don't judge me
And I won't judge you
Cause it could get ugly
Before it gets beautiful
Please don't judge me
And I won't judge you
And if you love me
Then let it be beautiful
Just let the past
Just be the past
And focused on things
That are gonna make us laugh
Take me as I am, not who I was
I'll promise I'll be, the one that you can trust
So please babe
So please don't judge me
And I won't judge you
Cause it could get ugly
Before it gets beautiful
Please don't judge me
And I won't judge you
And if you love me
Then let it be beautiful
Let it be beautiful ay
I don't wanna go there baby yeah
We should never go there
6.2012
Lyricist：Chris BrownRobert NewtAdonis ShropshireKevin
McCallMeshawn Jones
Writer(s)：Chris BrownRobert NewtAdonis ShropshireKevin
McCallMeshawn Jones
Faire l'amour lendemain...
What if the sky was turning red
I know we'd be safe
Right here in my bed
Laying face to face, oh girl,
I love the way you sound
When you rain on me,
So tonight let's act it out
Show you how it's gon' be,
I'm gon' kiss your other set of lips
Hold your body by your legs and hips
The world can't end until we finish
Girl we gon'...
We gon' do it like it's 'bout to be the end of the world
And they depended on us
To make earth shaking love
As we lay down, lay down
Telling me to go harder, go harder
Telling me to go deeper, go deeper
I feel your knees getting weaker and weaker
We can go longer if you just lay down, lay down
All these vibrations from your legs
Massaging my back
I got your body shivering
Cause we're covered in sweat
Girl I like the way it opens up
When you throw it back baby
Girl it might be too much
Babe if you keep doing that
I got that pillow for your knees right here
Baby can you make it disappear
Your voice is the last thing I'm gonna hear
Then I wanna make you holla
We gon' do it like it's 'bout to be the end of the world
And they depended on us
To make earth shaking love
As we lay down, lay down
Telling me to go harder, go harder
Telling me to go deeper, go deeper
I feel your knees getting weaker and weaker
We can go longer if you just lay down, lay down
Do it like we only got one
Baby let's pretend we only got one night
One last time,
Let me take my time,
Do it to you right
Buildings and bridges maybe falling down
But that won't stop me from turning that thing around
Girl yeah
Won't you come on over and we can treat it like it's the
motherfucking
End of the world
And they depended on us
To make earth shaking love
As we lay down, lay down
Telling me to go harder, go harder
Telling me to go deeper, go deeper
I feel your knees getting weaker and weaker
We can go longer if you just lay down, lay down
A nigga goin hard in the paint
7.Biggest Fan
Lyricist：Chris BrownAndrew HarrAndre DavidsonAmber StreeterSean
DavidsonJermaine Jackson
Writer(s)：Chris BrownAndrew HarrAndre DavidsonAmber StreeterSean
DavidsonJermaine Jackson
You would think we in a waterbed
All the sheets are soaked
I'm glad that I ain't gotta work today
Cause last night I did the most
Girl you would think I was inside your head
Cause I know everything you want
And no one asked you if you got a man
And do I care, I don't
That's when we started sexing
It's getting loud got them feeling like they in the clouds
Got them screaming like they in the crowd
I make them scream, baby, baby, baby, baby
When you scream I need
To pull your body closer, let me sex you baby
Girl you better not change your mind
Cause girl we got one night only
One just to love right baby
You're my biggest fan girl, I want you to holler
2 girls and one champ, no is not an option
Girl I'll be the captain, of the ship
They gonna have my motor rocking
Singing to them like Lionel Richie, all night long
Getting these bitches, and play in my song
And switching positions, I got the money so
I'm granting they wishes
I'll be that sugar daddy
It's getting loud got them feeling like they in the clouds
Got them screaming like they in the crowd
I make them scream, baby, baby, baby, baby
When you scream I need
To pull your body closer, let me sex you baby
Girl you better not change your mind
Cause girl we got one night only
One just to love right baby
You're my biggest fan girl, I want you to holler, for me yeah
Come on girl, tear it up
You can make it clap, for me girl, give it up
God damn, you're fine, I'm bout to stand up, stand up
I just came do you just to make you holler
Doing it for hours, even in the shower
Over and over again
Baby I'm all up in your driveway, kissing flowers
Are you ready, I'm a take what's mine
You get comfortable, slow and easy
I'm kinda tipsy from this wine
So what I say might be a little confusing
I got a magnum in my wallet
I'm a pull it out of there then I'll use it
I'm gonna make you scream
When you scream I need
To pull your body closer, let me sex you baby
Girl you better not change your mind
Cause girl we got one night only
One just to love right baby
8.Sweet Love
Lyricist：Jamal JonesChris BrownJason PerryC. MarksTommy DoyleGreg
Curtis
Writer(s)：Jamal JonesChris BrownJason PerryC. MarksTommy DoyleGreg
Curtis
Yeah
You ready？
I ain't think so
Oooh baby let's get naked
Just so we can make sweet love
All these sensations got me going crazy for you
Inside on top of you
Grinding inside and out of you
Baby I know what to do
Baby I know what to do
So come on baby girl
Let's just take our clothes off
Just so we can make sweet love
But I want to know your body
Tonight is the night
That I change your life
Let me control your body
Girl you shy you wanna slow it down
And you start screaming when I go down town
Oh baby tell my why, you're so excited
You know I love it when you take it off
So baby go ahead and take it off tonight
Oooh baby let's get naked
Just so we can make sweet love
All these sensations got me going crazy for you
Inside on top of you
Grinding inside and out of you
Baby I know what to do
Baby I know what to do
So come on baby girl
Let's just take our clothes off
Just so we can make sweet love
I'm making sweet love, to you baby
Go ahead and take it off
Let's get naked
Cause you I know love to turn you on
Girl let's do it to your favorite song, yeah
With the candles lit, and the lights low
Baby girl I want for you to roll
Just roll your hips
And just grind on me, grind on me, grind on me
And baby don't get it confused
I'll do everything you want me to
Just as long as you get crazy
And just as soon as you get naked, making love
Oooh baby let's get naked
Just so we can make sweet love
All these sensations got me going crazy for you
Inside on top of you
Grinding inside and out of you
Baby I know what to do
Baby I know what to do
So come on baby girl
Let's just take our clothes off
Just so we can make sweet love
Sweet love, sweet love
9.Strip
Lyricist：Chris BrownAmber StreeterKevin K-MAC McCallChristopher
WhitacreJustin HendersonJ. Lonny Bereal
Writer(s)：Chris BrownAmber StreeterKevin K-MAC McCallChristopher
WhitacreJustin HendersonJ. Lonny Bereal
Take it off I wanna love you and everybody wanna touch you
You movin right wanna see what's up under then back it up, beep
beep like a trucker.
Nice thighs, nice waist, and you know I can't forget about your
face
But don't none of that matter I'm about to make your pockets
fatter
Girl I just wanna see you strip, right now cause it's late, babe
Girl I just wanna see you strip, girl take your time with it
Girl I just wanna see you strip God damn you're sexy (for meeee)
God damn you're sexy! (babbyyy) God damn you're sexy!
Girl I just wanna see you...
Got my shades on with my J's on in the club with a pocket full
of ones
This girl, booty out of control there she go up and down the
pole
Which one I'm take home get my freak on if you ain't freaking,
we ain't speaking
You think I'm playing, no I'm not let me see you back it up and
drop
Yeah, I wanna see your legs in the air baby don't worry about
your hair or those tracks
I don't give a damn about that in the club they're playing my
song,
Turn it up, play it all night long If you think you can, and you
know you can
I'm a give you all this money money money
Girl I just wanna see you strip, right now cause it's late, babe
Girl I just wanna see you strip, girl take your time with it
Girl I just wanna see you strip God damn you're sexy (for meeee)
God damn you're sexy! (babbyyy) God damn you're sexy!
Girl I just wanna see you...
Pants, shirt, you can take it off, panties, bra, you can take it
off
Red bottom heels, you can take 'em wait, wait, leave 'em on,
cause I like my woman tall!
Got a hot momma, you're hotter than a sauna I wanna peel them
clothes off your body like a banana
The only reason I dress you in that designer is to get you out
that dolce and gabbana!
I throw this money up, she watch it all fall, toot that thing up
for a boss
Anything you're wanting baby, you can have it all,
Starting with my last name now they call you Mrs. McCall
Girl I just wanna see you strip, right now cause it's late, babe
Girl I just wanna see you strip, girl take your time with it
Girl I just wanna see you strip God damn you're sexy (for meeee)
God damn you're sexy! (babbyyy) God damn you're sexy!
Girl I just wanna see you...
10.Stuck On Stupid
Lyricist：Brian KennedyDante JonesDewain WhitmoreJr.Chris Brown
Writer(s)：Brian KennedyDante JonesDewain WhitmoreJr.Chris Brown
Am I crazy？ Am I foolish？
Just a little too into you
That's for sure
(Ooh babe)
But your beauty,
That is in me
Makes me forget about your faults
You do no wrong
Ooh woah ooh oh hoh oh
They say everybody plays the fool sometimes
And if I got to,
I don't mind
I'll be the best damn fool for you,
No lie
And girl I loose it every time
There's something about you, baby
And I swear that it drives me crazy
I'm stuck on you baby,
Stuck on you baby
And I might need help,
Cause I can't think of nothing else
You got me stuck on stupid,
Stuck on stupid for you
Look what you do to me
It's confusing,
How you do it
It's like you take my heart and glue it to your soul,
Yeah baby
And I'll do anything for you,
Ooh you know that much it's true
Girl I'm so in love,
I'm stupid
They say everybody plays the fool sometimes
And if I got to,
I don't mind
I'll be the best damn fool for you,
No lie
And girl I loose it every time
There's something about you, baby
And I swear that it drives me crazy
I'm stuck on you baby,
Stuck on you baby
And I might need help,
Cause I can't think of nothing else
You got me stuck on stupid,
Stuck on stupid for you
Ooh ooh ooh
Look what you do to me
If you told me to go rock climbing
To prove my love to you
You know I would've died trying
Got everything to lose
I'm gon' try to play it cool
The stupid things I do,
I do it for you
There's something about you, baby
And I swear that it drives me crazy
I'm stuck on you baby,
Stuck on you baby
And I might need help,
Cause I can't think of nothing else
You got me stuck on stupid,
Stuck on stupid for you
Look what you do to me
11.4 Years Old
Lyricist：Jamal JonesChris BrownTommy HitzSamuel Jean
Writer(s)：Jamal JonesChris BrownTommy HitzSamuel Jean
I got money
Everything that I ever wanted
Never thought of what I might need,
Need, need
Ain't it funny,
How I spend my whole life running
Reaching for the sky high and coming down with nothing
Feels like I'm 4 years old all over again
Cause I'm just running fast
Should be walking
Saying when I grow up
You gon' see
I'm gon' be comfortable and happy
I guess I was faking
Cause look at all the money I'm making
Still nothing can compare to the thought
Of love
But it's taking
Too much time to see that I'm wasting
Reaching for the sky high and coming down with nothing
It feels like I'm 4 years old all over again
Cause I'm just running fast
Should be walking
Saying when I grow up
You gon' see
I'm gon' be comfortable and happy
I'm so alone,
I feel so alone,
So alone in this world
Got everything I want
It feels like I'm 4 years old all over again
Cause I'm just running fast
Should be walking
Saying when I grow up
You gon' see
I'm gon' be comfortable and happy
Whoahhh
12.Party Hard(Cadillac Interlude)
Lyricist：See Subsong
Writer(s)：See Subsong
I just need one more dance
And girl I hate this feeling
But it's not going away
I think I'm in love with you
And I can't help myself
Cause this may be the only chance I got with you
And I know you gon show out
She likes all them stripper poles
Like taking off her clothes
And when you work that girl you stop my heart
Shes got the perfect lips and perfect body
Shes the life of the party (yeah)
And she likes to party hard
She's such a rock and roller
But she's exotic
She's the life of my party
She likes to party hard
You're spilling your drink on me
Livin' wild and free
Tonight
Girl change my life
I hope you put your lips on me
My minds playing tricks on me
Tonight
We gon party hard
I see straight through your eyes
And girl you might as well just say what you're already thinking
Take me to ecstasy and far beyond
Show me how you have your fun baby
And we got all night
She likes all them stripper poles
Like taking off her clothes
And when you work that girl you stop my heart
She's got the perfect lips and perfect body
She's the life of the party (yeah)
And she likes to party hard
She's such a rock and roller
But she's exotic
She's the life of my party
She likes to party hard
You're spilling your drink on me
Living wild and free
Tonight
Girl change my life
I hope you put your lips on me
My minds playing tricks on me
Tonight
We gon party hard
(Shoo be do whop
Do we who I wanna love you
Shoo we do whop
Can I
Take your hand
Can I
Have a dance with you
And when we touch,
It's like magic and fireworks
She's got the perfect lips and perfect body
She's the life of the party (yeah)
And she likes to party hard
She's such a rock and roller
But she's exotic
She's the life of my party
She likes to party hard
You're spilling your drink on me
Livin' wild and free
Tonight
Girl change my life
I hope you put your lips on me
My minds playing tricks on me
Tonight
We gon party hard
In my Cadillac
Moving very fast
Got a girl
With a big old ass
And we go ho hunter
Gonna have a good time
Anything she want
She can get it
Cause my girl
She be with it
And I want her for the rest of my life
I love to hear her say
That she loves me
I love it when she tells me she needs me
When she looks in my eyes
Ooh ooh
It feels like I'm high
Ooh ooh
Hoo whoa hoh hoh hoo
It don't take a lot
All I need is you
To be the man for me
But I want it all
And I'm willing
To give you what I need
Baby I
Ain't scared to show you the freaky side of me
Sometimes I fight you off
But I love it rough
When you make love to me
I love it when he says
That he love me
And I love it
When he tells me he needs me
When he looks in my eyes
Ooh ooh
It feels like I'm high
Ooh ooh
Hoo whoa hoh hoh hoo
13.Don't Wake Me Up
Lyricist：Chris BrownJean BaptisteMichael McHenryRyan
BuendiaPriscilla HamiltonAlain WhyteWilliam OrbitBrian
KennedyNick MashAlessandro BenassiMarco Benassi
Writer(s)：Chris BrownJean BaptisteMichael McHenryRyan
BuendiaPriscilla HamiltonAlain WhyteWilliam OrbitBrian
KennedyNick MashAlessandro BenassiMarco Benassi
Dearly beloved, if this love only exists in my dreams...don't
wake me up.
Too much light in this window, don't wake me up
Only coffee no sugar, inside my cup
If I wake and you're here still, give me a kiss
I wasn't finished dreaming, about your lips
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me..
Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me..
So much life in the city, you won't believe
Been awake for some days now, no time to sleep
If your heart is a pillow, this love's the bed
Tell me what is the music, inside my head
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me..
Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me..
I don't wanna fall, fall, fall, fall asleep no,
I don't wanna fall unless I'm falling for you
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me..
Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me..
14.Trumpet Lights
Lyricist：Jamal JonesChris BrownJerome Harmon
Writer(s)：Jamal JonesChris BrownJerome Harmon
It's time to celebrate like I just touched down
Know we getting ready to party
I'm a show you how
Yeah shit happens but tonight we don't care
I just wanna see you put your hands in the air and say
Hey little mama all that ass in them pants
Drop it like you're single even though you got a man
Black and Puerto Rican with a Spanish accent
Hands on the floor dancing like we sexing
Gonna be the, I'm gonna be the
Gonna be the, I'm gonna be the
Gonna be the, I'm gonna be the
Gonna be the, I'm gonna be the one you
Come for me right now
Won't be no hard
Hear my voice
Hear my body cry
Got the key to my heart
But it won't waste no night
Gonna be the, I'm gonna be the
Gonna be the, I'm gonna be the
Gonna be the, I'm gonna be the
Gonna be the, I'm gonna be the one you
You wanna be bad tonight
Baby look at you
You gotta be bad enough
Oh yeah mama let me hear you say
I just wanna do some
Dirty little things to ya
I just wanna be your
Your lova
Gonna be the, I'm gonna be the
Gonna be the, I'm gonna be the
Gonna be the, I'm gonna be the
Gonna be the, I'm gonna be the one you
I want you to be
Baby baby
Baby baby
Be my be my be my be my
15.Tell Somebody
Lyricist：Jazmyn MichelJamal JonesChris BrownIndia BoodramKesia
HollisJerome Harmon
Writer(s)：Jazmyn MichelJamal JonesChris BrownIndia BoodramKesia
HollisJerome Harmon
Yeah
Wassup baby
Lemme ask you a question
Don't tell nobody
Think you got my love
Making love
Watching the sunrise...
Hey there pretty lady
Saw you at the bar
And I was mesmerized
You might think it sounds crazy
But I ain't never been a man to lie
Girl I don't think your ready
Cause you can't keep a secret very well
And aye girl if you let me
I might give you something to run and tell
Aye and I could just see it now
Tryna hold it in
Tryna keep it down
But you keep screaming ah ooh
Your gonna wanna tell somebody
And turn the lights down low girl
Cause you know I be waiting on you
Won't you hold me close girl
I'm a show you I got something prove
So go ahead tell all your girls
Yeah you tell em that I put it down
They all gon want a piece of this
So you better keep it to yourself
Annh
Yeah I can just see it now
Tryna hold it in
Tryna keep it down
But you keep screaming ah ooh
Your gonna wanna tell somebody
Just tell em how good it is
Oh yeah
And how it makes you feel oh ooh
And just tell em
(Gon girl tell it all)
How I'm pullin your hair from the back
And I got you shakin
Girl you better tell em all
That I'm just
A sexy sexy freaky freak
Just go and tell him
That I put it down
Oh
Your gonna wanna tell somebody
And turn the lights down low girl
Cause you know I be waiting on you
Won't you hold me close girl
I'm a show you I got something prove
16.Free Run
Lyricist：Damon ThomasMichael JiminezDewain Whitmore, Jr.Dominique
CohillSteve RussellHarvey MasonJr.Michael Daley
Writer(s)：Damon ThomasMichael JiminezDewain Whitmore, Jr.Dominique
CohillSteve RussellHarvey MasonJr.Michael Daley
Broken again I'm, down on my knees ripped apart
But I see you out there
So I'm taking these chains off my heart
I'm listenin' close for you
Feeling my way after dark
I'm on my way to you
And no one will keep me from ya
So I'll just free run, till my feet start to lift off the ground
I will just free run, till I'll finally sit right where you are,
oh
Whoa, whoa, I'll free run to ya
Whoa, whoa, free run to ya
Life with you leaving,
Is like being locked upside down
I'm all out of reasons, to live
All this hurt keep me bound
I'll listen close for ya
I don't wanna miss the goodbyes
I'm on my way to ya
And no one will keep me from ya
So I'll just free run, till my feet start to lift off the ground
I will just free run, till I'll finally sit right where you are,
oh
Whoa, whoa, I'll free run to ya
Whoa, whoa, free run to ya
Oho, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, (x2)
17.Remember My Name
Lyricist：Jonas JebergChris BrownMichael McHenryRyan
BuendiaJean-BaptisteKevin McCallAmber Streeter
Writer(s)：Jonas JebergChris BrownMichael McHenryRyan
BuendiaJean-BaptisteKevin McCallAmber Streeter
I need your touch, but your hands are locked away
I hear your voice, you've got nothing left to say
I'll take this start of my heart
I'll take this bullet, I'll take it for love
So if the lights in the sky come crashing down
I still can find your love even in the crowd
but will you remember me
Girl you'll remember my name,
remember my name, will you remember my name
remember my name (I love you, I love you, love you)
remember my name (I love you, I love you, love you)
remember my name (I love you, I love you, love you)
I need my kiss, but your lips are far away
so I have no choice, so I guess I'll have to stay and love away
And I'ma take this stop from my heart,
bang bang, I take this bullet, bang bang I'll take it for love
bang bang, I'll take it for love,
bang bang, I'll take it for us
Will you remember my name, my name, my name, my name
remember my name, my name, my name, my name
Will you remember my name, my name, my name, my name
remember my name, my name, my name, my name
(I love you, I love you, love you)
remember my name (I love you, I love you, love you)
remember my name (I love you, I love you, love you)
Floating above the clouds and sky
wishing upon the falling star
hoping my love hasn't forgot my name
it's automatic this is stratchin
this love is so strong
too bad ever glad baby wishin we can float up
we can fly, higher babe, higher babe, higher babe,
higher babe, higher babe,
Just fly high
higher babe, higher babe, higher babe, higher babe,
I'll guess don't brace, I just wanna levitate
I'll guess no brace, I just wanna levitate
I'll guess no brace, I just wanna levitate
just levitate, I just wanna levitate
'cause you'll remember my name, my name,
remember my name,my name, remember my name
will you remember my name, remember my name
remember my, remember my name
remember my, remember my name
18.Wait For You
Lyricist：Chris BrownEric BellingerCourtney HarrellHarmony Samuels
Writer(s)：Chris BrownEric BellingerCourtney HarrellHarmony Samuels
If I asked to kiss ya
Would you say yes or turn and walk away, oh baby
See I must admit girl
Cause all the crazy things that go through my head
Woahhh Oh oh No
It seemed just like the perfect move at the time
For me to make you mine
(Girl you sexy from head to toe)
You said you think we should wait a while
And it might be hard but
But I won't complain
You could've been anywhere else but you're here with me
Oh yeah
We can travel to space
As long as I got you right here next to me
I'm straight
Woahhhhhh, girl I'll wait
Ohhhhhhhh, for you, yes I will
Ohhhhhhhh, I said I'll wait for you
I just wanna love ya
Lord knows that I can't wait for the day
Na, Nahhhhh
I said I must admit girl
Baby, I swear I'll do whatever it takes
(To keep you here with me)
It seemed just like the perfect move at the time
For me to make you mine
(Girl you sexy from head to toe)
You said you think we should wait a while
Girl it might be hard but
But I won't complain
You could've been anywhere else but you're here with me
Oh yeah
We can travel to space
As long as I got you right here next to me
I'm straight
Woahhhhhh, girl I'll wait
Ohhhhhhhh, for you, yes I will
Ohhhhhhhh, I said I'll wait for you
It's been awhile and we both know that I've been patient girl
Cause you ain't been trying to give it up, nooooo
But I won't complain
You could've been anywhere else but you're here with me
Oh yeah
We can travel this place
As long as I got you right here next to me
I'm straight
Woahhhhhh, girl I'll wait
Ohhhhhhhh, for you, yes I will
Ohhhhhhhh, I said I'll wait for you
19.Touch Me
Lyricist：Greg RobinsonJ. Lonny BerealAmber StreeterChris Brown
Writer(s)：Greg RobinsonJ. Lonny BerealAmber StreeterChris Brown
I don't know if it's your scent or your kiss
But I girl I love it
And time after time,
You give me one of the greatest gifts
I want you to
I want you to love me
Like you never loved nobody else
And I want you to touch me
Like when your touching yourself
So baby come over (I'm on my way girl)
If you take your time
You can love me right
(Gonna love it, uh-huh, set the time girl)
If you want me to slow it down
(I do, do you, I will, will you, I will)
Bite into the pillow, try not to make a sound
Girl, it's okay, cause I want you to feel me, yeah
Cause your daddy's girl, I'm a show you how to love,
Show you how to love me girl
So lay down right there
So you can hold my head
While I'm kissing on your thighs
Girl I just need it one more time
I want you to love me
Like you never loved nobody else (can you do me girl)
And I want you to touch me
Like when your touching yourself
And as I look into your eyes
Your body screams for my love
No fear, just me,
And as you feel me inside
My passion fits like a glove
No more fear, just you and me
I want you to love me
Like you never loved nobody else
And I want you to touch me
Like when your touching yourself
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