Song | Don't Know Where To Start |
Artist | Brian McKnight |
Album | Superhero |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kevin Gilliam & Nathaniel Hale & Brian McKnight | |
作词 : Gilliam, Hale, McKnight | |
Midnight at the valet | |
He already knows he got to keep me up front | |
Head-nod to security | |
Holdin' back the crowd as he opens the rope | |
Hear the fella's spittin' hate-orade | |
Before my crew can even get through the door | |
It's alright, 'cause it's the weekend | |
And there's a party, for sure | |
All the shorty's are here tonight | |
Just left the shop, and my wig is tight | |
I might not dance but maybe I might | |
Everything's gonna be alright | |
There's a coupla things up in here | |
The music's bangin' loud and clear | |
The temperature's risin' | |
Just about to pop | |
There's so much goin' on | |
I don't know where to start | |
I don't know where | |
I don't know where | |
I don't know where to start | |
Inside, I see the Lakers and Clippers | |
Everybody says: Whoo | |
'Cause they know I got pro-range | |
And a handle that can shake you from go | |
Thank God it's Friday | |
And a fresh one just poured me a drink | |
Now I know what they meant | |
When they say it's good to be the king | |
All the shorty's are here tonight | |
Just left the shop, and my wig is tight | |
I might not dance but maybe I might | |
Everything's gonna be alright | |
There's a coupla things up in here | |
The music's bangin' loud and clear | |
The temperature's risin' | |
Just about to pop | |
There's so much goin' on | |
I don't know where to start | |
I don't know where | |
I don't know where | |
I don't know where to start | |
Tonight, I don't mind playin' | |
I ain't been in here lately | |
Look at all these fine ladies | |
I'm about to go blind | |
Look at all the junk she's packin' | |
I'm about to blow a gasket | |
Man, I'm glad I brought some plastic | |
I can cover my head | |
Let me regain my composure | |
I don't want to look like Rover | |
Make my eye contact, it's over | |
I might contact two this time | |
'Cause tonight I'm livin' in a fantasy | |
My own little nasty world | |
Tonight, I gotta find me a freak | |
My own little nasty girl | |
There's a coupla things up in here | |
The music's bangin' loud and clear | |
The temperature's risin' | |
Just about to pop | |
There's so much goin' on | |
I don't know where to start | |
There's a coupla things up in here | |
The music's bangin' loud and clear | |
The temperature's risin' | |
Just about to pop | |
There's so much goin' on | |
I don't know where to start | |
I dont know where | |
I dont know where | |
I dont know where | |
Don't know where to start |
zuo qu : Kevin Gilliam Nathaniel Hale Brian McKnight | |
zuo ci : Gilliam, Hale, McKnight | |
Midnight at the valet | |
He already knows he got to keep me up front | |
Headnod to security | |
Holdin' back the crowd as he opens the rope | |
Hear the fella' s spittin' hateorade | |
Before my crew can even get through the door | |
It' s alright, ' cause it' s the weekend | |
And there' s a party, for sure | |
All the shorty' s are here tonight | |
Just left the shop, and my wig is tight | |
I might not dance but maybe I might | |
Everything' s gonna be alright | |
There' s a coupla things up in here | |
The music' s bangin' loud and clear | |
The temperature' s risin' | |
Just about to pop | |
There' s so much goin' on | |
I don' t know where to start | |
I don' t know where | |
I don' t know where | |
I don' t know where to start | |
Inside, I see the Lakers and Clippers | |
Everybody says: Whoo | |
' Cause they know I got prorange | |
And a handle that can shake you from go | |
Thank God it' s Friday | |
And a fresh one just poured me a drink | |
Now I know what they meant | |
When they say it' s good to be the king | |
All the shorty' s are here tonight | |
Just left the shop, and my wig is tight | |
I might not dance but maybe I might | |
Everything' s gonna be alright | |
There' s a coupla things up in here | |
The music' s bangin' loud and clear | |
The temperature' s risin' | |
Just about to pop | |
There' s so much goin' on | |
I don' t know where to start | |
I don' t know where | |
I don' t know where | |
I don' t know where to start | |
Tonight, I don' t mind playin' | |
I ain' t been in here lately | |
Look at all these fine ladies | |
I' m about to go blind | |
Look at all the junk she' s packin' | |
I' m about to blow a gasket | |
Man, I' m glad I brought some plastic | |
I can cover my head | |
Let me regain my composure | |
I don' t want to look like Rover | |
Make my eye contact, it' s over | |
I might contact two this time | |
' Cause tonight I' m livin' in a fantasy | |
My own little nasty world | |
Tonight, I gotta find me a freak | |
My own little nasty girl | |
There' s a coupla things up in here | |
The music' s bangin' loud and clear | |
The temperature' s risin' | |
Just about to pop | |
There' s so much goin' on | |
I don' t know where to start | |
There' s a coupla things up in here | |
The music' s bangin' loud and clear | |
The temperature' s risin' | |
Just about to pop | |
There' s so much goin' on | |
I don' t know where to start | |
I dont know where | |
I dont know where | |
I dont know where | |
Don' t know where to start |
zuò qǔ : Kevin Gilliam Nathaniel Hale Brian McKnight | |
zuò cí : Gilliam, Hale, McKnight | |
Midnight at the valet | |
He already knows he got to keep me up front | |
Headnod to security | |
Holdin' back the crowd as he opens the rope | |
Hear the fella' s spittin' hateorade | |
Before my crew can even get through the door | |
It' s alright, ' cause it' s the weekend | |
And there' s a party, for sure | |
All the shorty' s are here tonight | |
Just left the shop, and my wig is tight | |
I might not dance but maybe I might | |
Everything' s gonna be alright | |
There' s a coupla things up in here | |
The music' s bangin' loud and clear | |
The temperature' s risin' | |
Just about to pop | |
There' s so much goin' on | |
I don' t know where to start | |
I don' t know where | |
I don' t know where | |
I don' t know where to start | |
Inside, I see the Lakers and Clippers | |
Everybody says: Whoo | |
' Cause they know I got prorange | |
And a handle that can shake you from go | |
Thank God it' s Friday | |
And a fresh one just poured me a drink | |
Now I know what they meant | |
When they say it' s good to be the king | |
All the shorty' s are here tonight | |
Just left the shop, and my wig is tight | |
I might not dance but maybe I might | |
Everything' s gonna be alright | |
There' s a coupla things up in here | |
The music' s bangin' loud and clear | |
The temperature' s risin' | |
Just about to pop | |
There' s so much goin' on | |
I don' t know where to start | |
I don' t know where | |
I don' t know where | |
I don' t know where to start | |
Tonight, I don' t mind playin' | |
I ain' t been in here lately | |
Look at all these fine ladies | |
I' m about to go blind | |
Look at all the junk she' s packin' | |
I' m about to blow a gasket | |
Man, I' m glad I brought some plastic | |
I can cover my head | |
Let me regain my composure | |
I don' t want to look like Rover | |
Make my eye contact, it' s over | |
I might contact two this time | |
' Cause tonight I' m livin' in a fantasy | |
My own little nasty world | |
Tonight, I gotta find me a freak | |
My own little nasty girl | |
There' s a coupla things up in here | |
The music' s bangin' loud and clear | |
The temperature' s risin' | |
Just about to pop | |
There' s so much goin' on | |
I don' t know where to start | |
There' s a coupla things up in here | |
The music' s bangin' loud and clear | |
The temperature' s risin' | |
Just about to pop | |
There' s so much goin' on | |
I don' t know where to start | |
I dont know where | |
I dont know where | |
I dont know where | |
Don' t know where to start |