More Stuff Super diet fat burner stack it up ship it out Hot wax glue gun space bag jump and shout Quick fix one step easy does it all u need Black top pop shop enlightenment at double speed I...... Want more stuff I...... Want more stuff EZ step EZ grill shoes away get in shape Minic chopper fanny lifter belly burn dont flake Snore less eat right get fit big bite Swivel mop super bra make it hot and keep it tight I...... Want more stuff I...... Want more stuff What about all this old stuff man? Gotta get a garage Nice legs quick shave back bend behave Get a grip dont you quit get screwed and get saved Pick it up take a hit stuff it in a dirty sock Everybodys got one everybody on the block I...... Want more stuff I...... Want more stuff I...... Want more stuff I...... Want more stuff What about all this old stuff man? Gotta get a garage © 2010 D. Pattillo

All Over You I wanna get all over you Be your friend and lover too I like the way the way u look I wanna read u like a book You got my love locked up it's true I wanna get all over you You know I got you in my sights I wanna hold you late at night I wanna take you by the hand I want to roll with you in the sand You got my love locked up it's true I wanna get all over you I wanna taste you like a cake I wanna love you when you wake I'll bring you breakfast in our bed I'll take the calls and make the bread You got my love locked up it's true I wanna get all over you © 2010 D. Pattillo

Angel From New Orleans New Orleans, New Orleans I got an Angel For New Orleans New Orleans, New Orleans I got an Angel For New Orleans And if I fall in the city of sin She’s gonna rise up and take me in She was raised on Jesus I believe she’s touched the hands of love She was raised on Jesus I believe she’s touched the hands of love I seen her praying in the dark Speaking to the powers above The twang in her tongue The curl in her hair The salt in her tears The essence of the flower that she wears Oh...I got an angel And if I fall in the city of sin She’s gonna rise up and take me in New Orleans, New Orleans I got an Angel For New Orleans New Orleans, New Orleans I got an Angel For New Orleans And if I fall in the city of sin She’s gonna rise up and take me in

Whole Lotta Nothin I got a whole lotta nothin I got no reason to stay I keep on thinking you love me But i just can’t find my way People got their reasons for love lost everyday Shouldn’t be no big thing baby i should learn to go my own way Something keeps me hanging keeps waiting on you to change I can get a little but i always end up the same I got a whole lotta nothin I got no reason to stay I keep on thinking you love me But i just can’t find my way I got a whole lotta nothin I got no eyes in my head I keep knocking on your back door I just can’t get you in bed People tell me don’t be foolish You have wasted your precious time One day older i can feel it tearing at me down deep inside No one like you baby there ain’t no one like you baby in town Why you gotta butter me up just to melt me down I got a whole lotta nothin I got no reason to stay I keep on thinking you love me But i just can’t find my way I got a whole lotta nothin I got no eyes in my head I keep knocking on your back door I just can’t get you in bed Whohoo hoo hoo ooh ooh Whohoo hoo hoo ooh ooh oooh ooh ooh Whohoo hoo hoo ooh ooh © 2010 D. Pattillo

Trouble In Kind One more night why you gotta leave me so blue One more night baby don’t you know i want you I’m not blind baby we got trouble in kind I can see see your eyes are telling me no I don’t know why you wanna let me go Days behind baby we got trouble in kind Take my hand baby there aint no need to stall You got legs i ain’t gonna ask you to crawl I’m inclined baby we got trouble in kind Lost inside when you got the world at your feet Lost inside baby dont you know life is sweet Just let it slip your mind baby we got trouble in kind © 2010 D. Pattillo

Shut Up And Love Me I’m trying to make it on 10 dollars a day I’m working part time and their docking my pay My baby tells me we got three mouths to feed I stop complaining if she’d just say to me Shut up and love me Shut up and love me We had our future in the 401K Got reinvested in some quick money game My daddy’s fortune got lost in that plan My mamas old now she don’t understand Shut up and love me Shut up and love me Outdated ways The job never pays The boss is so lazy he takes holidays You're gonna be blue When I don't come running to you The moneys over and the well is dry The promises turned out to be lies I hear it on the news I got too much on my mind So much information man i’m going blind Shut up and love me Shut up and love me Shut up and love me Shut up and love me © 2010 D. Pattillo

Daddy Issues Somebody’s talking to you And you're thinking about what he said It aint making no sense Daddy issues inside your head Incoming call the taxi just passed you by People screaming and voicemail chime You say its alright its alright for you Come on little sister what the fuck you gonna do Go on and breathe Go on and get what u deserve You are the queen Your daddy issues get you what u need And your daddy understands you Better than your boyfirend He’s running on a high He’s gonna ride the wave back home He’s just a call away oh yeah When your boyfriend leaves you feeling alone Go on and breathe Go on and get what u deserve You are the queen Your daddy issues get you what u need Go on and breathe Go on and get what u deserve You are the queen And your daddy understands you Better than your boyfirend If he just had a little more attention If daddy just used to listen Instead of going off and doing his thing Listening to my thing But daddy loves you now, daddy loves you now © 2010 D. Pattillo

Come Down Easy Baby come down easy Dont fall so hard I seen ya jumpin In your backyard Come down easy You dont have to lose He left u crying In your dancing shoes We used to talk of being free So what is it you wanna be Oh oh this time you gotta let him roll Baby come down easy He's bound to fly But I got a shoulder For you to cry Yeah come down easy And I'll see ya through Cause thats what my mama Taught me to do We used to talk of being free So what is it you wanna be Oh oh this time you gotta let him roll Baby come down easy Don't get me wrong What don't kill ya Its gonna make you strong Come down easy Lighten up that load Step outside mama And see that open road We used to talk of being free So what is it you wanna be Oh oh this time you gotta let him roll © 2010 D. Pattillo