Blame it on the goose, gotcha feeling loose Blame it on the 'tron, catch me in a zone Blame it on the a-a-alcohol Blame it on the a-a-alcohol She said
Yeah, girl, you so sexy do As she just lay at your feet I wanna see what's under there There now put it in the air Yeah, load it on my macbook air It
I wanna be freakin', I wanna get freakin' I wanna be freakin', freakin', freakin' A part of me wants a part of you, baby You started it now come and
like water Stars at the sky, I'll place 'em in your eye Oooh since I was a young player talking to the ladies, I just know It's just my intuition (I
Say Foxx? (Yeah?) I had, I had a chick man and (Yeah?) She went and did me real wrong, I mean (Yeah?) I did the same thing to her but She ain't have no
Censored [Intro] Uh, Ladies and gentlemen We have someone very special here this evening Who's gonna perform for us, ya see (yeah) Jamie Foxx [Verse
Jamie I know you've been waiting on this And I'ma give it to you You ready? Monday, you and your man had an argument Y'all always arguing 'bout something
You were my favorite girl, I was your favorite guy And somehow I thought that we'd always be down, down We went through crazy times, inside this crazy
Rainman, rainman Rainman, rainman C-c-call me, c-c-call me Rainman, rainman There's no need for me to lay out my clothes When she's not around there'
my way to let you know, I see you, baby And I brought a friend along To help me show my appreciation the right way Ladies, Mr. Jamie Foxx, Mr. Foxx,
Now, maybe the world doesn't see you And maybe they don't understand Just 'cause you don't see the footprints Don't mean that they're not in the sand
Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh There's so much that I wanna do to you First you gotta step into this room Look into my eyes, I'ma look right into yours Cut the
Yeah right, yeah right Yeah right, yeah I don't know why She keeps on passin' me by Maybe her eye is on just some other guy And I'll forever be that
be your Marvin I like hot grits and toast in the mornin' I hope you turn into a ghost in the mornin' I pop you up like chicken pox Shout out to my nigga Jamie Foxx
They say, I had it bad, addicted to what we had Heartbreaks now fading fast, vital's low, might not last Strapped down while sirens ring, holding on trying
