REVOLVEЯ Album

Artist(s): T‐Pain

Tracklist

Bang Bang Pow Pow

length: 3:40
producer: T‐Minus
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Javier Valverde
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
assistant recording engineer: Brandon Jones
writer: Lil Wayne, T‐Minus, T‐Pain

[Chorus]
My money right, my bread good (good, good)
Shawty ****in', wassup girl? that head good!
Bang bang pow pow
I do my thang thang
Look at me now now
My money right, my money money cash up
Up up and away, face down, *** up
I rep my town town, that's where I'm from from
So ***** pow pow, bom bom

Money to blow, I'm living off tour
Boatload of cash, ***** I'm overboard
I got money for these whores if you open up the door
Cuppin' the accounts and they all want a pour
Real talk, I don't speak, even if it's “hi hater”
I'm on top and nothing like the elevator
All these *****es say I'm fly and I can never touch the ground
I'm not tryna be in your circle cause I don't **** around

I get that money, that money (money)
I live it, I want it, Drop the top on that Ferrari
Now I'm in California
I let the hard top down and the wind blow through
All I do is win, what the **** you gon do
Good, good, good
I do this for my hood, hood, hood
Yeah, and ain't nobody gonna stop me I doing it right now
So bang bang pow pow and everybody say

[Chorus]

I go so hard they call me go so hard
You ain't a king, you a joker card
****in' up the Church money like a alter boy
I got them yellow zannies, that's them Tonka toys
I go bonkers boy, I put that on my mom and ‘em
These hoes are all alike, they put the ho in homonym
I think all these *****s sound like me, that's a compliment
I told a midget *****, I do it big, hippopotamus
Put that on my Slime and ‘em, no b-ball, we stop and pop
No b-ball we got **** locked, swagga ill, wassup doc
Make that ***** pop like the gun I went to jail for
Shoot the doors off that jeep, that ***** look like a mail truck
Ya ***** keep ya tail tucked, real *****s in this *****
Get that ***** wet, **** her than I jet, Kenny Smith
T-pain voice: all I do is win and ****
Young Money in ya mothafukin' face, blemishes

[Chorus]

Bottlez

length: 2:59
producer: Catalyst
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Javier Valverde
co-producer: Detail
additional recording engineer: L.J. Moody
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
assistant recording engineer: Alexander Dilliplane
writer: Mitch Cohn, Noel Fisher, T‐Pain
Bottle up (Boom, boom, detail)

Here, comes, them bottles of that Clique
I know you're gettin busy, go work it lil' momma
Got that Rozay, Rozay Rozay
Rozay, Rozay Rozay

[Chorus]
Here, comes them bottles of that Patron
Them bottles of that Patron, them bottles of that Patron
Now uhh, here, comes them bottles of that Rozay
Them bottles of that Rozay, them bottles of that Rozay
Ah! Here, comes them bottles of that Nuvo
Them bottles of that Nuvo, them bottles of that Nuvo
In fifteen minutes I'm a take it full throttle
'Cause everybody tapping on the bottom of my bottle

Bring that *** my way, uh-huh
**** a shot, we gon' take the whole tray, uh-huh
Uh-huh, order bottles by the case uh-huh
So drunk, I can't even see your face, uh-huh
Uh-na na na, look at all these bottles in here
Baby it's okay, you can swallow in here
Got that, Rozay, Rozay Rozay
Rozay, Rozay Rozay

[Chorus]

You ain't got money like this, cha-ching ching (Ching)
Yellow diamonds, piss on my pinky ring
Grey Goose and Absolut and a fifth of that green thing
A tall bottle of that Crist' (Yao Ming!)
Na na na, look at all these bootie in bling
Baby it's okay, you can Google my name
Got that, Rozay, Rozay Rozay
Rozay, Rozay Rozay

[Chorus]

Na na na, gon' pop that thang
Shake it so hard got you spilling your drink
Like na na na, can't nobody tell you ****
Mmmm, not with all that liquor in your system
Na na na, tip the bartender, drink it all
Shorty you ain't gotta think at all
'Cause I got that Rozay, Rozay Rozay
Rozay, Rozay Rozay

[Chorus]

It's Not You (It's Me)

length: 3:38
producer: Fabian Lenssen and Chuckie
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Fabian Lenssen, Javier Valverde, Al Burna and Chuckie
additional engineer: Fabian Lenssen
co-producer: T‐Pain
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
writer: T‐Pain, Clyde Sergio Narain, Fabian Lenssen, Pitbull
It’s not you
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
T-Pain, Mr. Worldwide
Not you
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
It’s not you
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Oh oh oh
Not you

I know I be I be I be
All up in these clubs clubs
Playin’ with these girls girls
Travelin’ around the world
I know I be I be I be
Messin’ with your feelings
Money to the ceiling
It falls down to the floor

I know I’ll be
Fist pump, fist pump
Fist pumpin’ like a champ, yeah
The music got me amped, yeah
I’m catching leg cramps
I know I be I be
Messin’ us up
And that’s all that I do

[Chorus]
So if we break up
I can tell you it’s not you, not you
It’s not you, not you it’s me
And I know I be trippin’ trippin’
But I need you to listen
It’s not you, not you
It’s not you, not you it’s me
Even though I’m messin’ up
I can’t stay out of this club
It’s not you!

Baby it’s not you it’s me
It’s not you it’s me
Baby it’s not you it’s me
It’s not you it’s me
Baby it’s not you it’s me
It’s not you it’s me
Baby it’s not you it’s me
It’s the dog in me

I know we be we be
Kissin’ all in public public
And girl I love it love it
Can’t get enough of it
But girl lately lately
You been talkin’ down down
Keep me with a frown frown
I can’t keep you around

I know I be
Fist pump, fist pump
Fist pumpin’ like a pro
Girl you already know
You’ve seen me do this before
I know I be messin’ us up
But you can’t tell me what to do

[Chorus]

And I know I be trippin’ trippin’
But I need you to listen
It’s not you, not you
It’s not you, not you it’s me
Even though I’m messin’ up
I can’t stay out of this club
It’s not you

Baby it’s not you it’s me
It’s not you it’s me
Baby it’s not you it’s me
It’s the dog in me
Baby it’s not you it’s me
It’s not you it’s me
Baby it’s not you it’s me
Woo

They slip, I grip
She dip, I dip
I hit, no text, no twitter
That girl’s so bad
That thing so thick
And Pain, you can bet I get her
Even the girls wanna hit her (all right)
So you know I’m gonna take one with her (for sho)
More for Voli, pour it like water, let’s go
For sho fill the club like New Orleans
She this, she that, her *** so fat
And her kitty cat’s down for a doggin’
Mira mamita, verdad que tu estas linda, rica y donita
Pero la verde que quiero tu amiguita
It’s not you it’s me I’m sorry, darlin

[Chorus]

And I know I be trippin’ trippin’
But I need you to listen
It’s not you, not you
It’s not you, not you it’s me
Even though I’m messin’ up
I can’t stay out of this club
It’s not you

Default Picture

length: 3:06
producer: YoungFyre
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Javier Valverde
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
writer: Jon Andre Gordon, Michael Aaron Gordon, Donald Cook, YoungFyre, T‐Pain
Whoa, oho, oho, whoa,
Hey I got a feeling in my bones that I can't get rid off
But that's probably the base
Can't get this picture out my mind, that I've seen on Twitter
The one of your face
Girl I'm just trying to see, if you feel just a little like me
So DM me back, don't do me like that
I wanna see your pretty *** in person, girl
But that's just not the case
Plus I'm way on the other side of the earth
And girl plane tickets too high for me to pay
I'm just trying to see, if you feel just a little like me
So you can give me a call
I ain't doing nothing at all

[Chorus]
Girl you keep tweeting what your doing
Posting pictures
And I feel like I need to be posted with you
Laid up in the bed somewhere, smearing make up, messing up your hair
Girl you keep making me spend my time
Checking on your time-line
You make me say whoa oho yeah yeah

I'm falling in love with your default picture.

You don't ever show up in my mentions girl.
Just say my name.
Must be some wrong with my eyes or my iPhone5.
Or is this even your page?
I'm just trying to see if you've got any interest in me.
Or am I bothering you?
Should I be unfollowing you?
And you be acting like that dude in that picture is your boyfriend
But I know it's just a face,
Let me show you that I am better than him,
Just name a time and place.
Girl you gotta see that here's where I should be.
And girl you can give me a call
I just wanna talk to you that's all.

[Chorus: x2]

I'm falling in love with your default picture.

5 O'Clock

length: 4:41
producer: T‐Pain
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Javier Valverde
additional recording engineer: Big Jerm
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
assistant recording engineer: Dave Benck
writer: Wiz Khalifa, Lily Allen, Gary Barlow, Howard Donald, Greg Kurstin, Jason Orange, Mark Owen, Steve Robson, T‐Pain
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you're goin' to bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there (uh)
Until I heard you come up the stairs (uh)
And I pretended I was sleeping (uh) and I was hoping

It's 5 o'clock in the morning, and I want ya
And you want me, don't ya?
I can see it
Cause you've been waiting on me since I said that I was hittin' the club

Something coming up on me
And I know you be getting so horny
'Cause you be sending me texts saying
Like boy just get your *** up in that car and come get all of this love

(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
You ain't got to remind me
She already said if I don't come home on time she might go crazy
And she'll be waiting on me naked with one of my chains on
She might come and find me (oh)
And then ask me kindly (oh)
Do I want her to go crazy?
We do this every night and then we always wake up singing the same song

It's 5 o'clock in the morning (yeah)
Conversation got boring (talk to me girl)
You said you're goin' to bed soon (let's go)
So I snuck off to your bedroom (c'mon)
And I thought I'd just wait there (wait on me)
Until I heard you come up the stairs (I wont let you stay lonely)
And I pretended I was sleeping (alright)
And I was hoping you would creep in

(Goodnight) It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you're goin' to bed soon
So I snuck up to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping (oh)
And I was hoping you would creep in

It's 5 o'clock in the morning
And you calling
And these females got me stalling
I can hear your voice in my head like "What is he doing?" oh what is he doing?
Cause I keep checking my cell phone and these missed calls
You texting me like I'm a kill y'all
If you don't get your *** up out of that club and you do know what time it is

(It's 5 o'clock in the morning) Oh my bad, girl
And this Nuvo got me trippin' and I know that you mad girl
But you ain't got to worry about nothing
Girl I got you, girl I got you
She might come and find me (no no no)
and then ask me kindly (no no no)
Do I want her to go crazy
We do this every night and then we always wake up singing the same song

It's 5 o'clock in the morning (yeah)
Conversation got boring (talk to me girl)
You said you're goin' to bed soon (let's go)
So I snuck off to your bedroom (c'mon)
And I thought I'd just wait there (wait on me)
Until I heard you come up the stairs (I won't let you stay lonely)
And I pretended I was sleeping (alright)
And I was hoping you would creep in (baby girl goodnight)

It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
Said you're goin' to bed soon
So I snuck up to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping
And I was hoping you would creep in

It's 5 o'clock in the morning
You ain't got nothing on
But the t-shirt that I left over your house the last time I came and put it on ya
Too many thirsty girls up in this club for me to leave here with one of them that's why I call her
And you'll be right at home waiting for me
Iphone plugged in the wall, just waiting for me
Club closed at six, left around four thirty yeah so by the time I'm at your crib
(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
And you yawning, but I've been drinking all night and I feel like performin'
With you in the bedroom floor to the dresser
Don't want nothing less 'cause I'm sure you're the best you're the one so I let you
That's how you show me love
And when we finish you like "damn, babe you woke me up"
I love you way you put it down likes it's for both of us
The sun ain't the only thing that's coming up

It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you're goin' to bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there
Until I heard you come up the stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping
And I was hoping you would creep in
It's 5 o'clock in the morning

Sho-Time (Pleasure Thang)

length: 3:49
producer: T‐Pain
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Javier Valverde
co-producer: David Balfour
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
assistant recording engineer: Brandon Jones
writer: David Balfour, T‐Pain
Ugh, no, wo, no, girl
You better tie them heels up tight,
Cuz imma make you work for it tonight,
You been messing with me too long (too long),
Now its time to come and get the game on, no, wo
Cuz you been playing hard to get, now I got you here, come on girl, yeah

Baby tell me what you wanna do,
I know exactly what I'm doin to you,
All you need is a t shirt and a thong, come on
And let me turn this camera on, no, woo
Cuz you been playing too hard to get, now I got you here, yea, come on girl
And I'll be like, yeaa

Girl im trying to get this pleasure thang poppin', should we be stopping?
And you be like no
Girl I know your nervous, but it ain't no time, like show time, no,
Girl it ain't no time like show time, come on girl

Baby come and lay down on your back, (down on your back),
Don't look at me like that, (like that)
Cuz you already know and what it is, (what it is)
You about to see me handle my biz, no, wo
Girl I hope your ready you ain't never had it like this, come on girl, yea

You know I ain't faking so your scared now, (scared now)
From the floor to the bed now, you believe,
Everything I said now
Fight that feeling, fight that headboard, put your hand down, oh
Girl you wasn't ready you can better feel your legs now
And when you feel that thing coming, all you gotta say is, yeah

Girl im trying to get this pleasure thang poppin, should we be stopping?
And you be like no
Girl I know your nervous, but it ain't no time, like show time, no,
No it ain't no time, like show time, come on girl

Hey, girl its all about that pleasure thang (pleasure thang)
Better put your running shoes on
Any chance of running baby I just keep going and going and going all night long
Trying to make you feel good, just like you know I would
And if you ask if I finish what I start,all I got to is yeeaa

Girl I'm trying to get this pleasure thang poppin', should we be stopping?
And you be like no
Girl I know your nervous, but it ain't no time, like show time, no,
But it ain't no time, like show time, come on girl

Rock Bottom

length: 4:22
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Dave Benck and Javier Valverde
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
writer: David Balfour, T‐Pain
Shawty! Yeah yeah
Shawty! Yeah yeah
Shawty! Yeah yeah
Shawty! Hey!

[Chorus]
Uh-huh, it's like a sin on top of a sin what I'd do to you
Uh-huh, over again and over again, you ain't gotta move
Uh-huh, and when you look into my eyes I got to go harder
Uh-huh, and when you climb on top of me I hit rock bottom
She can't leave me alooooone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alooooone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alooooone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alooooone, hey!

She got me thinkin (she got me thinkin) 'bout what I got (got)
She hop in the Lincoln (in the Lincoln) we hit my spot (we hit my spot)
I got her drinkin (got her drinkin) she gettin hot (hot)
She want me on bottom, bottom, bottom
She saw my pinky (saw my pinky) that big ol' rock (rock)
That ***** is bling-blingin (bling-blingin) non-stop (stop)
And now she gettin kinky (gettin kinky) she want the top (top)
That means I'm on bottom, bottom, bottom
She be goin down and she come back up (up)
Girl stop messin with me! (with me!)
Take your clothes off, baby take a load off (off)
I'ma tell you what's it's gon' be! (gon' be!)
All kinds of touchin and rubbin, some of the lovin that you never had (never had)
So let me get a rubber out this Gucci bag (Gucci bag)
We gon' do somethin that make your daddy mad (mad)
Now baby put your hands up and say YEAH!

[Chorus]

We hit the city (we hit the city) we in my drop (drop)
The DJ wicky-wicky (wicky-wicky) she gettin hot (hot)
She dancin by the speaker (by the speaker) that booty pop (pop)
She feelin that bottom, bottom, bottom
I'm gettin jiggy (gettin jiggy) I cut a rug (rug)
*****z give me daps (daps) *****es give me hugs (they give me hugs)
She got me thinkin (got me thinkin) I'm in love (love)
In love with that bottom, bottom, bottom!
Left cheek, right cheek, make that (Booty Wurk) (work)
Shawty I ain't playin with you! (you!)
And then you go dutty wind, dutty wind, all dem go berserk
You know exactly what we gon' do
All kinds of touchin and rubbin, some of the lovin that you never had (never had)
So let me get a rubber out this Gucci bag (Gucci bag)
We gon' do somethin that make your daddy mad (mad)
Now baby put your hands up and say YEAH!

[Chorus]

Look at Her Go

length: 2:57
producer: Billboard
mixer: Serban Ghenea
engineer: John Hanes
recording engineer: Javier Valverde and T‐Pain
programming: Billboard
assistant engineer: Phil Seaford
instrument: Billboard
writer: T‐Pain, Billboard, Chris Brown
Boom!
Come on baby, keep on doing what you doing
Boom!
Come on baby, keep on doing what you doing
Boom!
Come on baby, keep on doing what you doing
Hey, come on baby

[Chorus]
Look at her go, yeah she know what she doing
Look at her go, yeah she know what she doing
Wobble-dy wobble-dy drop, drop it like it's hot
Yellow Nuvo got me wobbling back to the parking lot

Look at her go, do it girl
Go go, go, do it girl
Go go, go, do it girl
She walked, wobble-dy wobble-dy
Drop, drop it like it's hot

Go on shake that booty, booty
Let me see that Gucci print
Super stupid, you know what you doing *****
Loosey loosey, a bottle of Goose and Henn'
Tell me Pizzle, all I do is win
Bang bang, baby I know that you want some
Walk up in the club, already on one
Get rid of your friends they ain't no fun
I'mma show you how to do this up

She walked, wobble-dy wobble-dy
Drop, drop it like it's hot
That yellow Nuvo got me wobbling back to the parking lot
She steady popping, she poppin, she said that she don't wanna stop
I got that chopper, that chopper, just case your ***** wanna block

[Chorus]

Look at her go, go, go, do it girl
Go go, go, do it girl
Go go, go, do it girl
She walked, wobble-dy wobble-dy
Drop, drop it like it's hot

Damn, look at her go whoadie
On the floor, whoadie
She don' dropped it on this pole whoadie
She a pro whoadie
Oh baby I’ve been looking for you for a while now
And I ain’t playing with you, baby pull them drawers down
Ooh she a freak and she know it
I got her right where I wanted her
Girl wobble-dy wobble-dy drop
Drop it like it’s hot
Wobble wobbley wobley to the ground
I know you hear that bang bang
That’s the bass in my Chevrolet
Gang bang, that’s why me brought you here to celebrate
Super ready me and teddy in the Chevy with these hoes
Huh, just look at her go

[Chorus]

Look at her go, go, go, do it girl
Go go, go, do it girl
Go go, go, do it girl
She walked, wobble-dy wobble-dy
Drop, drop it like it's hot

Mix'd Girl

length: 4:08
producer: Tha Bizness
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Javier Valverde
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
assistant recording engineer: Miguel Bermudez and Brandon Jones
writer: Dow Jones, Henny tha Bizness, T‐Pain
Hey, yeah
This goes out to the (you know)

Hey, light skinned girl with the curly hair
Don't say you from Delaware
I can't see it
Oh, I can't believe it
OK, where your daddy from
Where your momma from
I need to meet them
And tell your mom to come prove
And I bet she can't do it
But I think I'm in love with all of your features
Can I get a hug, it was so nice to meet ya
You and all of your friends look so exotic
So you go get them and I'm gonna get my partners

And we can make it a night to remember, I won't lie to you baby
You're telling me you're Japanese and I tell you maybe
But you really got sex appeal, so I really gotta keep it real
Shorty, I want my fix, I put you on my list, I want you on my wrist cause

[Chorus]
I'm looking for a mixed girl
Asian, Jamaican
I'm looking for a mixed girl
Puerto Rican, Haitian
I'm looking for a mixed girl
Cuban and White
I'm trying to get mixed up tonight like
Excuse me miss, what's your name, where ya from, can I come
I'm looking for a mixed girl
I'm looking for a mixed girl
Excuse me miss

Skinny black girl with the real straight hair
I know it ain't no weave up there
If it is I can't see it
Oh, I can't believe it
OK, where your boyfriend, 'cause I got dividends
Now are you listening or do you even speak English
Oh, I can't believe it
Mama I think I'm in love with all that slow winding
I'm in the reggae club, she gotta be from an island
Even all of your friends look so exotic
So she's gonna get them and I'm gonna get my partners

And can make it a night to remember, I won't lie to you baby
You tell me you're from Duvall County and I'm gonna tell you maybe
But you really got sex appeal, so I really gotta keep it real
Shorty, I want my fix, I put you on my list, I want you on my wrist cause

[Chorus]

And we can make it a night to remember, I won't lie to you baby
You're telling me you're Japanese and I tell you maybe
But you really got sex appeal, so I really gotta keep it real
Shorty, I want my fix, I put you on my list, I want you on my wrist cause

[Chorus]

I Don't Give a F*k

length: 3:43
producer: YoungFyre
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Javier Valverde
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
writer: T‐Pain, Jon Andre Gordon, Michael Aaron Gordon, Donald Cook, YoungFyre
Go ahead and go out with your friends
Keep spending my ins
All I'm gonna do is win
Yeah
It's alright, it's okay
Since she was probably going to sneak and do it anyway
I don't give a ****
Oh go ahead
I don't give a ****
Just leave me in the back
I don't give a ****
You really do love your friends more than me
One day I'm gonna let you see
That I don't give a ****
Ooo no no yeah

Three in the morning, you ain't home yet
Girl whatcha doin'?
I called all your friends, phone in my Benz
Who the hell you at?
When you left here you said you were goin'
But you didn't say you wasn't comin' back home,
That's ****ed up
That's ****ed up
3:45 imma find you
Girl you got me lookin' everywhere
Feel like you've been cheating,
Anyway, a ***** like me don't share
Girl what has got into your head?
You as brace you don't get scared
When you see my truck
Do your thing baby
I don't give a ****


Go ahead and go out with your friends
Keep spending my ins
All I'm gonna do is win
Yeah
It's alright, it's okay
Since she was probably going to sneak and do it anyway
I don't give a ****
Oh go ahead
I don't give a ****
Just leave me in the back
I don't give a ****
You really do love your friends more than me
One day I'm gonna let you see
That I don't give a ****
Oh no no yeah

Its four thirty still haven't made it in
Who you think you're foolin'?
Get security finally settin' in
Who are you screwin'?
I've been sitting here sippin on this newbel
You come in the with that go locol
That's ****ed up
Oh that's ****ed up
You dunno the time why you lyin'?
I know you had them legs in the Ayer
Tracks comin' out
Weave all crooked
Someone's been pullin' your hair
Girl you think you're smart
Tell him come help you start, packin' your stuff
Yeah do your thing baby

I don't give a ****
Go ahead and go out with your friends
Keep spending my ins
All I'm gonna do is win
Yeah
It's alright, its okay
Since she was probably going to sneak and do it anyways
I don't give a **** oh go ahead
I don't give a ****
Just leave me in the back
I don't give a ****
You really do love your friends more than me
One day I'm gonna let you see that I don't give a ****
Oh no no

One day imma let you see that I don't give a ****
Oh go ahead
I don't give a ****
Just leave me in the back
I don't give a ****
You really do love your friends more than me
One day imma let you see that I don't give a ****
Oh no no
One day imma let you see that I don't give a ****
Oh no no no
I don't give a ****
Oh no no
One day imma let you see that I don't give a ****
Oh no no
One day imma let you see that I don't give a ****
Oh no no no

Drowning Again

length: 5:21
producer: T‐Pain
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Dave Benck and Javier Valverde
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
assistant recording engineer: Miguel Bermudez, Brandon Jones and Elizabeth Gallardo
writer: T‐Pain
Hmmm
Hmmm

Waves upon waves keep me down
And I can't get to the top
But when I get there else there'll be nowhere
'Cause I can't find the one I love
And if I make it out
Then we should talk about how you left me
Just how you left me

Drowning again
Drowning again yeah
Drowning again yeah
You should come see how good it would be
To come drown with me ooh ooh

Days upon days I've been floating
And you don't care if I die or not
But when I'm deceased I hope you will be
Dying next to me in my watery grave
And before we go I just want my baby to know
How it feels to be

Drowning again yeah
Drowning again yeah
Drowning again yeah
You should come see how it could it would be
Hey ah ooh
Ooh ooh

Drowning again ooh in your love
Drowning again ooh in your love
Drowning in your love again
Ooh in your love

Drowning again in your love
Drowning again in your love
Drowning again in your love
Uh drowning again in your love
Drowning again in your love.

When I Come Home

length: 3:15
producer: T‐Pain
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Javier Valverde
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
assistant recording engineer: Brandon Jones
writer: David Balfour, T‐Pain
Hey, No No No No!
Hey, Na Na Na

I can hear my baby saying my name, (na na na
But I don't see my baby inside, (na na na)
Without you in here, it ain't the same
I didn't mean a word I said to you last night

If you decided to pick up the phone, oh baby
I'll be waiting for you, oh wow
Tell me what's wrong, I didn't mean to ignore you
Don't quit me baby I can fix it baby, oh wow
Being by myself is now my biggest fear

'Cause I want you here when I come back
There ain't nothing to look more forward to than that
And I want you here when I come home
'Cause I can't stand to be alone, you gotta be here

When I come back, no
When I come back, oh no
When I come back, no
When I come back, oh no
Hey, na na na

I can hear you telling to come home, (na na na)
But you may not even be there, (na na na)
We not gon' make it if I'm always gone
Plus you told me you ain't going anywhere, oh no

If you decided to pick up the phone, oh baby
I'll be waiting for you, oh wow
Tell me what's wrong, I didn't mean to ignore you
Don't quit me baby I can fix it baby, oh wow
Being by myself is now my biggest fear

'Cause I want you here when I come back
There ain't nothing to look more forward to than that
And I want you here when I come home
'CauseI can't stand to be alone, you gotta be here

When I come back, no
When I come back, oh no
When I come back, no
When I come back, oh no
Hey, na na na

Best Love Song

length: 3:18
producer: YoungFyre
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Javier Valverde and Brian B. Springer
bass: Arnold Nese
guitar: Alex Zilinski
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
assistant recording engineer: Brandon Jones and Miguel Bustamante
instrument: Mark Annino
writer: T‐Pain, Chris Brown, YoungFyre
Nappy boy (hey) pretty boy
Nappy boy (hey) pretty boy

Turn up the bass, turn up the treble,
I'm about to take you to a whole another level
DJ turn off what you're playing,
I want the whole club to hear what I'm saying
Because this girl means so much to me,
And now we're on the floor and she touchin' me
And if I wanna take her home
It's gotta be better than what they do on the radio

[Chorus]
It's gotta be the crunkest
It's gotta be the loudest
It's gotta be the best, the best love song she's ever heard in her life
I gotta tell her how I feel
I gotta let her hear, the best love song she ever heard in her life
No need for me to write it, I just gotta picture her smiling,
And if you feel that way, go ahead and kiss your baby
Now we've got the whole stadium in love like yeah

Turn up the lights, give me a mic
I'm bout to sing it to her just how she likes
Jump off the stage bombs away,
Crowd surfin' all the way cowabunga
You know it's right, just do the wave
Girl just move your body like a snake
And if you wanna get with me
Put your hands in the air, show me that energy

It's gotta be the crunkest
It's gotta be the loudest
It's gotta be the best, the best love song she's ever heard in her life
I gotta tell her how I feel
I gotta let her hear, the best love song she ever heard in her life
No need for me to write it, I just gotta picture her smiling
And if you feel that way, go ahead and kiss your baby
Now we've got the whole stadium in love like that

Homie kiss your girl
Shorty kiss your man
We can see you on the kissing cam
Please show me some love
Show me some love
Now look her in the eye, say baby I love you
I never put no one above you
And if you feel that way
Go ahead and kiss your baby
And now we've got the whole stadium in love like
And if you feel that way
Go ahead and kiss your baby
And now we've got the whole stadium in love like

Turn All the Lights On

length: 3:37
producer: Cirkut and Dr. Luke
mixer: Serban Ghenea
engineer: Phil Seaford and John Hanes
recording engineer: Clint Gibbs, Ben “Bengineer” Chang and Javier Valverde
programming: Cirkut and Dr. Luke
assistant recording engineer: Brandon Jones, Jonathan Sher and Chris Sclafani
instrument: Cirkut and Dr. Luke
task miscellaneous support: Katie Mizell and Irene Richter
writer: Łukasz Gottwald, Ne‐Yo, Cirkut, T‐Pain
Turn all the lights on!

Take off your shoes (shoes shoes)
Ain't nobody gon' see nothin'
Bring out the booze (booze booze)
Baby girl stop frontin'
I ain't got nothin' to (lose lose lose)
And I ain't gotta go to work no more
**** that place, **** my boss
I'm about to ball don't care what it cost

[Chorus]
I'm going hard
I need some lights, it's way too dark
Oh yeah I'm going in
And now I'm with my friends
Let the party begin!
Turn all the lights on!
A-a-a-a-a-a-a a-ah
A-a-a-a-a-a-a
Turn all the lights on!
A-a-a-a-a-a-a a-ah
A-a-a-a-a-a-a

Put your hands up if you're going hard
I need some lights, it's way too dark
Oh yeah I'm going in
Okay okay I'm with my friends
Let the party begin
Turn all the lights on!

Give me that glass, little bit of ice
Pour that red in there
This must be her song
Dancing like ain't nobody else in here
Sexy as she wanna be and she
Dancing next so close to me
I said please excuse
You steppin' on expensive shoes
Shawty is a perfect ten
This angelic body made to sin
I love it when you get it in
Come over here and shake it for a gentleman
'Cause you want it

[Chorus]

Put your hands up if you're going hard
I need some lights, it's way too dark
Oh yeah I'm going in
Okay okay I'm with my friends
Let the party begin
Turn all the lights on!

I'm drinking something
I'm touching something
They need to turn up the lights
(Turn up the lights)
I'm drinking something
I'm touching something
They need to turn up the lights
(Turn up the lights)
I'm drinking something tonight
I'm touching something tonight
They need to turn up the lights
(Turn up the lights)
I'm drinking something tonight
I'm touching something tonight
They need to turn up the lights

Somebody
Turn all the lights on!
A-a-a-a-a-a-a a-ah
A-a-a-a-a-a-a
Turn all the lights on!
A-a-a-a-a-a-a a-ah
A-a-a-a-a-a-a

Put your hands up if you're going hard
I need some lights it's way too dark
Ooh yeah I'm going in
Okay okay I'm with my friends
Let the party begin
Turn all the lights on!

Center of the Stage

length: 3:49
producer: T‐Pain and Get Cool
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Bei Maejor and Javier Valverde
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
assistant recording engineer: Brandon Jones
writer: Get Cool, R. Kelly, Bei Maejor, T‐Pain
Yeah
Shawty
Yeah
La da da da, Bei Major are you ready?

Uh huh

Bei Major are you ready?

Uh huh

Do it for the 85

Woah

85


Woah

Let's go

Where she was?

She was in the center of the stage
Showin me love
I was so amazed throwin up dubs
Baby what it is? I just wanna touch
Maybe catch a grub like it's only us
In the middle of the stage
Showin me love
I was so amazed throwin up dubs
Baby what it is? I just wanna touch
Maybe get some... (hahaha)
T-Pain

Nappy Boyyyyy!
I swear this girl so fineeee
She move me so fast (fast)
Putting creases in my t-shirt with her *** (***)
Baby that's your theme song put it on the glass (glass)
I just wanna backstage pass
And you so fly
I just wanna do ya (do ya)
Get ya to my crib and seduce ya (duce ya)
**** I'll have you screamin (HOLLA)
While I'm giving it to ya (to ya)
Baby we can lay in my cooler?
So let me know
If I can be the one to show
How bad you make a ***** wanna goooo
To the ATL and come back with a grip so I can see you

On the center of the stage
Showin me love
I was so amazed throwin up dubs
Baby what it is? I just wanna touch
Maybe catch a grub like it's only us
In the middle of the stage
Showin me love
I was so amazed throwin up dubs
Baby what it is? I just wanna touch
Maybe get some... (hahaha)
Kellz

I thought I was the center of attraction [fade]
Till I saw lil mama in action
Still (Still) ridiculous
Wanna lick her like a liquorice
Tease her till that thang becomes ticklish (yehehehe yehehehe)
Got me throwing all my money on the floor (floor)
Cause she the baddest mutha ****a on the floor (floor)
That's even when the lights come on (come on)
Not like these other chicks when the lights come on (on)
Just wanna put her in the coupe and take her home (home)
Center of the stage when I get shawty alone
Cause u bending over well
It looks like a car

In the center of the stage
Showin me love (love)
I was so amazed throwin up dubs (Shawty tell me)
Baby what it is? I just wanna touch (touch you)
Maybe catch a grub like it's only us
In the middle of the stage
Showin me love
I was so amazed throwin up dubs
Baby what it is? I just wanna touch
Maybe get some... (hahaha)

T-Pain what she do?

She got me trippin dawg (trippin dawg)
Shawty butt naked just getting off (getting off)
I gotta deliver there I'm a tip it off (tip it off)
Already got her in club
Shawty what it do tryna get in

You you you... you you
I spend my chips on you
Spend my money
You you
Spend my money
You you
Spend my money
Once shawty In the center of the stage
Showin me love (love)
I was so amazed throwin up dubs (dubs)
Baby what it is? I just wanna touch (I just wanna touch you)
Maybe catch a grub like it's only us
In the middle of the stage
Showin me love
I was so amazed throwin up dubs
Baby what it is? I just wanna touch
Maybe get some... Keeelllzzz
T-Pain, Bei Major (auto tune yeahhh)
Nappy Boyyyss! [fade]

Regular Girl

length: 3:12
producer: T‐Pain
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Javier Valverde and Dave Benck
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
assistant recording engineer: Brandon Jones and Elizabeth Gallardo
writer: T‐Pain
Yeah
Now come on
Yeah
Come, come on
Aaaahaahhh

(Bass)

She see me in the streets
In my regular clothes
She like my car
With the regular doors

I'm with my peeps
They just my regular bros (she knows)
And I am not fly
Nooo

She see me in my whip (whip, whip)
She like when I drive (drive, drive)
My truck rattlin'
Like I got a bunch of new balls in my ride

And how do I know (know, know)
'Cause every time I ride by
She say aaaahaahhh
And if I see that *** in the club I'm a step to her like

Hey regular girl
Do you like regular men
Somebody said you was a 7
Right here we call you twenty twin twin (*****)

And if you a regular girl
Put your hands up in the air
And say aaaahaahhh
Hey

(Uhem uhem uhem)

She like it like that (yeah put it where you want it)
The front to the back (yeah put it where you want it)
The Benz or the 'Lac (yeah put it where you want it)
How you gonna act (shawty)

Hey if you a regular girl
Put your hands up in the air
And say aaaahaahhh
Okay, hey

(Bass)

They see me up in Nine Coor
That's my regular club
I don't wanna be a star
They show me regular love

And all my rims don't spin
Pullin' up on the regular dubs
She knows she feeling my style
Yeah

She lovin my clique (clique, clique)
She like how we roll (roll, roll)
50 cars date
20 do swall

And how do I know
'Cause every time that we go
She say aaaahaahhh
And every time I see her in the club I just step to her like

Hey regular girl
Do you like regular men
Somebody said you was a 7
Right here we call you twenty twin twin (*****)

And if you a regular girl
Put your hands up in the air
And say aaaahaahhh
Hey

(Uhem uhem uhem)

She like it like that (yeah put it where you want it)
The front to the back (yeah put it where you want it)
The Benz or the 'Lac (yeah put it where you want it)
How you gonna act (shawty)

Hey if you regular girl
Put your hands up in the air
And say aaaahaahhh
Hey

(Bass)

Nuthin'

length: 3:26
producer: YoungFyre
mixer: Fabian Marasciullo
recording engineer: Javier Valverde
assistant mixer: Ghazi Hourani
assistant recording engineer: Angelo Caputo
writer: Noel Fisher, E‐40, T‐Pain, YoungFyre
You *****s ain't nothing, nothing, nothing
See me undercover fist poppin' with your cousin
Pull up to the club, let you hear the speakers bump
With a honey in the Hummer got her cumming on my thong
I get second to none, drummer steady drumming
And I don't need keys, I'm just stumping on the button
Shawty want my lovin' she not thinking of the others
So I told her get in line, she can come and take a number
She looking at my pocket like she getting something from me
And if she thinks she is then this ***** is really dumb
And I'm a boss, get lost, Maybach, Rick Ross
I'm looking for a chick with the ability to get that booty jumping
You see what I got kicking put my meat up in that oven
And when it's all over, you can get ready for supper
They say that I'm a porn star, call me T pumper

Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin',
What you say
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin',
What you say
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin',
Hey I got you shakin' that thing like
Hell no, hell no,
Said her *** so fat, she ain't even tryna tuck it
Got her sittin' here ****ing like it's nothin', nothin', nothin'

Hey look at this **********in' rug that I'm cutting
These *****es act sedated but these chickens steady clucking,
Like it's nothin', nothin', nothin'
And they don't give a **** if I'm up in the Maserati,
Or I'm ducking in the bucket and I love it
Big Chain, teddy p, T-Pain, that's me
I do my thang, 28's turning lane
They see me with a couple bad *****es and they know I keep it trucking
Bottle of that drink and I'm feeling kinda lucky
And if they're playing games it's the deuces that I'm talking
'Cause they know why they came they ain't ****ing, ***** **** them
In the hood, wassup? Damn right you gonna let a ***** cut
Fo' sho', me no, Teddy playin' from the A50 plus a ***** ain't

Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin',
What you say
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin',
What you say
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin',
Hey I got you shakin' that thing like
Hell no, hell no,
Said her *** so fat, she ain't even tryna tuck it
Got her sittin' here ****ing like it's nothin', nothin', nothin'