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I'm standing at the crossroads again
Well I woke up this morning like I usually do
My baby was nowhere around
I looked in the mirror, I looked in
away.

Baby baby, baby baby,
I'm so I'm so I'm so
Baby baby, baby baby,
I'm so I'm so I'm so vain.

Got the passion for the fashion,
And the looks
for a love
To call my own

[Chorus]

Stay in my corner
All the way, yeah
I'm looking for a love
To call my own

Stick by me, baby
No matter
So come and lie here by my side
'cause your love it hurts so good
Every time, every time

Maybe I'm a fool for loving you
Maybe I'm a fool
Maybe I'm
write no words upon my tomb
I don't believe I want to leave no epitaph for two

[Chorus]

I said, oh na'n'na na, oh na'n'na na
Whoa, when I'm dead,
a worthy pool 
Of peers to be competed with
I see my shit with Son House and Syl Johnson
And always loose, I done lost face too 
But I'm sporting their
for a love
To call my own

(CHORUS)

Stay in my corner
All the way, yeah
I`m looking for a love
To call my own

Stick by me, baby
No matter
Oh I love you baby
I love you night and day
When i leave you baby don't cry the night away
When i die
Don't you write no words upon my tomb
I
Written by blake shelton & doug johnson
It brings back an old feeling
Running into you like this
I'm really not afraid of hurting
But I can't
Ooh I love you baby, I love you night and day 
When I leave you baby, don't cry the night away 
When I die, don't you write no words upon my tomb
the lobby of the Ritz
With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick
I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious
Shit, I might cop a chest
myself
And I'm tired of being alone

Well, I'm looking for you, baby
And everything's alright
Well, I'm looking for you, baby
Everything's alright
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
up a rock and
It totalled my car! 

Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for the valley?
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
one for
Crooklyn everday

Brooklyn is up in here

Uhh, block party, corner store
The downtown, the projects
Borough shots
My clique is so tight
The mix
Kelly was a blackjack dealer living on the Gulf of Mexico
Kelly had a taste for guns and pills; he was looking for a mark to roll
Sarah was a Kappa
Tried to trail you last night, baby, trail you in my car 
But I was afraid of what I was looking for 
And little by little I'm losin' my love for
we fly
Oh I'm looking for clues

I have to make an effort now I just to be serious, oh yeah
Nobody's gonna give you the benefit of the doubt, oh my
down, airing out the ride
got a loaded 45 inside
that keep for protection when I'm riding by
My Smith and Wesson got a scope too
and I may have caught
alone
I'm on my own
In my little fucked up world
And I ain't got time for silly games little girl
'Cause I'm tryin' to be me
And that's all I can be
governors
and maybe you would come to live with me in California
and I'm just down on my broken knees on some dumb ferryboat you see
not even praying
There goes my baby
I'm a lucky one
Cause he's my guy
There goes my baby
Looking so good
He's one in a million
Slow dance - Romance
It's what I'm
and Johnson baby lotion
Beat on my Johnson till my cock swollen
Stop sayin' sick shit it's kinda old
I'm a fucking Herpe in a coma you're a common cold
Have you
When you're tempted by another who could thrill you through and through
Think of all the love I'm giving love I'll share with only you

Hold to my