Next to You (Tracy Trapman)

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Early in the morning youve got shit to do
Oh yeah
Got work from city to city
Ahhh yeah
Say I stay on your mind every time Im away from you
Ohh-uh-ohh
So you like 'yo are tryna ride with me?'
Yeah yeah
Its the weekend (shi)
Never worry about a thing when Im with you
Few stops baby in it (aye)
Make love in between all the weight you move
Im gonna be next to you
Right here
In the passenger seat
Im gonna be next to you
Right here
In the passenger seat
Friends they say Im crazy, I aint bulletproof
Oh no
And sing for all your riches
Uhh huh
Racks on top of racks, my baby got shit to prove
Oh yeah
Were just young and restless
Yeah thats right, its the weekend so
Never worry about a thing when Im with you
Few stops baby in it (aye)
Make love in between all the weight you move
Im gonna be next to you
Right here
In the passenger seat
Im 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
Im gonna be next to you
Right here
In the passenger seat
And Im gonna be next to you
Right here
In the passenger seat