Artist: K-Young f/ Crooked I
Album:  Keep Talking About Love
Song:   Love Drunk
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

(Takeoff)

[Intro: K-Young]
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na (AY!)
..
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na (AY!)
(I, I'm feelin myself..)
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na (AY!)
(I, I'm feelin myself..I, I..) - AY!

[K-Young]
And I'm feelin myself
All black everything, feelin myself
Got a drop-top Phantom and a chauffeur on deck
I can send 'em to yo' house if you really want that (Take dat)
And she's fiendin for me
Ciroc in the air and my fitted on lean
I can take you anywhere, tell me where you wanna be
Airport, 7:30, be there waitin on me (Take dat)

[Chorus]
If you, if you, want it
Don't be, afraid, I got it
Whoa-oooooooa (I'll be there for you, don't worry 'bout nothin)
Whoa-ooooooa-ohhh (I'm gonna give you my all)
Girl, if you, if you, want it
Don't be, afraid, I got it
Whoa-oaaa-oh (I'll be there for you, don't worry 'bout nothin)
(I gotta give you my all)
You gotta be crazy, love drunk, caught up
Baby, to be with me, to be with meeeee
You gotta be crazy, strung-out, addicted
Baby, TO BE WITH ME, BE WITH MEEEEE

[K-Young]
Got my own crib. own cars, own err'ythang
Helicopter pilot, G5 on err'ythang
We can fly to the Bali, girl on err'ythang
Then turn around, hit Vegas for a wedding rang
(AY!) Now shawty elope with me
I treat her like my Black card, she go with me
Now come and get it shawty, hop up on my spaceship
We spend dirty money all on big places, yeaaaah~!

[Chorus]

[Crooked I]
Yeah, valet the Phantom, me and T go on the Vegas strip
Thought we was some aliens cause we jumped out a spaceship
People starin, waitin for me to shape-shift
into a normal person, but I ain't on that same shit
Crooked is a different dude, I stick and move
Know that cops want me eatin that federal prison food
I'm a hustler, but yo that really isn't news
I'm just lookin for a chick who envision with in the nude
Is it you? I can tell the first time we hung out
You was crazy, addicted and strung-out
Now every time you come around, my tounge out
Every part of you in my mouth, know what I'm talkin bout
We can have sex in the sky, land on a helipad
Rippin each other's clothes off, we want it hella bad
Cause baby, you hella bad
I'm 'bout to put you in a yellow Jag, with Cinderella tags

[Chorus]