Gimme Your

This is a confession from a man on the cover
'Cause things aren’t really what they seem to appear
So don’t just stand with your mouth open wide
'Cause nobody else are gonna come help me know, hey
Give me your
Uh-uh, uh-uh-oh, give me your
Give me your (Uhh)
Give me your keys to your house, give me all that you got
Just leave it up to me before get hot
schoolboy lost in a world of emotions
is running, it’s running out of time, oh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, give me your
Come on and give me your
Give me your
And cut loose
So don’t take a second, look back over your shoulder
Tell your mama you’re doing alright
So mama will know, just throw away your television
Your box of emotions will make up your decision
Come on, come on, come on and give me your
Uh-uh, uh-uh, and give me your
Yay, give me your
Come on, give me all those sweet hands
Now give me your
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, give me your
Give me your
Hey, give me your
Start living