i ain t the kind to stick around without it it d be a crime cause man i m all about it it s in my blood it keeps me breathing it s like a drug gotta have the feeling it s been awhile since i ve seen your face what a shame what a waste i ve been up i ve been down i ve been kicked to the ground but i can t get my mind off of you so i keep on moving on to a place i belong hoping you wanted me to i m better than i was before i m knocking at your door i m coming back for more some say it s love some say it s hate i m here to tell you it s never too late if you don t use it man you re gonna lose it your sweet little nothings are what i call music i keep coming back coming back for more1