"Top Of Your Lungs" lyrics

Girl, you could careless
If we're in public, or we're all, alone
Ooh girl, when it's on, it's on
Still bein' difficult, as you want
Even though, you're dead wrong
Girl, I don't wanna jump the gun, and head, out the do-or
My eard-rums, can't take no more, and I'm so tired of
All, the neighbors, bangin', on the floor

Awake me when you're done
Screaming at from the top of your lungs
Like I was ten miles, away from the sun
You're makin', this love, into a project
Your attitude, takes away all the fun, (ooh, girl wake me-e)
Awake me when you're done
Screaming at from the top of your lungs
You make me wanna shout, "that we're done!"
And then I look at your face
And memories make me wanna come
Come back home, to you, (come back home, mmmhmm-mm)
Come back home, to you, (come back home)

Mmmhm, don't want excuses of:
'I'm sorry, I ain't mean, to fight you'
Swingin' at my face, like you're mike, (tyson!)
Cuttin' up furniture, like, you buy it
You and me both know
(I used have, both of us a beach in the sun!)
Girl when I hear you comin', I just wanna, run
Away from the pain, that used, to feel, so good, to me
Girl wake me, yea-ah

Awake me when you're done
Screaming at from the top of your lungs
Like I was ten miles, away from the sun
You're makin', this love, into a project, (girl, you've got me workin', girl wake me)
Your attitude, takes away all the fun
Awake me when you're done
Screaming at from the top of your lungs, (mmmhm)
You make me wanna shout, "that we're done!"
And then I look at your face
And memories make me wanna come, (ooh, memories make me wanna come)

Babygirl, we can't go, go on like this
A bunch of worthless arguments
When we should be, drinkin', crys'
Or maybe in a park, in crest, a weekend in a spa, for two
I'd rather rub your body, down, than constantly, fight with you
Fight with you, baby

Awake me when you're done
Screaming at from the top of your lungs
Like I was ten miles, away from the sun
You're makin', this love, into a project (girl, you got've me workin', girl, wake me)
Your attitude, takes away all the fun
Awake me when you're done
Screaming at from the top (mmmhm) of your lungs
You make me wanna shout, "that we're done!"
(Mmm-mmm-mm) and then I look at your face
And memories make me wanna come
Come back home

Awake me when you're done
Screaming at from the top of your lungs (I'm right here)
Come back home (oh naw)
Awake me when you're done
Screaming at from the top of your lungs
(And then you put it on me and I wanna
Come back home, you know)

Babygirl, we can't go, go on like this
A bunch of worthless arguments
When we should be, drinkin', crys'
Or maybe in a park, in fest, a weekend in a spa, for two
I'd rather rub your body, down, than constantly, fight with you
Fight with you, baby