Brian Mcknight - Don't Know Where to Start lyrics

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Brian Mcknight - Don't Know Where to Start lyrics

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 'cuz 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, 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, where to start I don't know where, 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, where to start I don't know where, 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 don't know where, where to start I don't know where, where to start I don't know where, where to start ...

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