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Oh my, we don't stay inside (We never stay inside) We don't like to hide (We 'bout to go outside) We just gone outside We came out to play (Ouu) You got me feelin' type of way Usually I hate the club but now I wanna stay Usually I keep some distance, now I wanna play If I see my ex I might just hold your hand and wave away We came out to play (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) We came out to play (Play, play, we came out to play, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah We came out to play) Stripped off all your clothes, laid off in the bed Travel with my tongue, licking down your neck Creeping in your thoughts, now I'm all up in your head Ride it real slow, when I'm in between your legs Better talk to me (ouu), how nice A lot of mu'fuckas trynna' kill my vibe Why, see me with a chick I'm doing fine Why you trynna kill my vibe? Butterflies they storm my stomach, few shots in I'll feel okay Take a hit of Marry Jane, I pass that shit, (ye) we rotate Sippin' on Perignon finna' get laid, empty cup, I relocate 4 in the mornin', never too late Light up the dark, we came out to play (We came out to play) I pull up on a guest list I clear the line like it's Tetris Girl got a body like Texas She spreadin' on me, she's Infectious Do a set or two, hit the break-point Smashin' back and fourth like it's tennis (Ouu) you got me feelin' typa way Usually I hate the club but now I wanna stay Usually I keep some distance now I wanna play If I see my ex I might just hold your hand and wave away We came out to play (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) We came out to play (Play, Play, Play, Play, Play...)

Play, guitar play Take me back to yesterday Let me see, cotton growing In the fields Let me hear, my momma calling Look yonder y'all who's coming Down the road, he's a coming home But they know I never will I left them living with that awful thing I done I didn't tell them I just packed my clothes and run Play, guitar play Help me through another day Help me make another dollar Before I go We got time, for one more song Then we'll have to move along Another town, another crowd Lord, I wonder if they know Can they read between the lines in my song As I sing about a good boy that's went wrong Guitar we got years to kill We got to climb that distant hill I wonder if they think of me Guitar play