Next to You (Tracy Trapman)

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Sak pase) Early in the morning you've got shit to do Oh yeah Got work from city to city Ahhh yeah Say I stay on your mind every time I'm away from you Ohh-uh-ohh So you like "yo are tryna ride wit me?" Yeah yeah It's s the weekend (shi) Never worry bout a thing when Im with you Few stops baby in it (aye) Make love in between all the weight you move I'm gonna be next to you Right here In the passenger seat I'm gonna be next to you Right here In the passenger seat Friends they say I'm crazy, I ain't bulletproof Oh no And sing for all your riches Uhh huh Racks on top of racks my baby got shit to prove Oh yeah We're just young and restless Yeah that's right its the weekend so Never worry bout a thing when Im with you Few stops baby in it (aye) Make love in between all the weight you move I'm gonna be next to you Right here In the passenger seat I'm gonna be next to you Right here In the passenger seat You grab my hand, and pull me closer We riding out, straight to Atlanta I pour a drink, cup in the holder I smell the loud, you tell me roll up Ouuuuu Me and my baby Ouuuuu I'm gonna be next to you Right here In the passenger seat I'm gonna be next to you Right here In the passenger seat Instrumental