Track 8 Lyrics by Kelvin Harrison Jr.

You're like track eight on my favorite record
Nobody knows your name
But I would die for you
You're like a date, and nobody paid for
You walk out the door with the check in your pocket
But you just forgot it

Just trying to figure you out with
Every word that comes out of your mouth
Mouth, mouth

Ooh, I drive over the limit with my eyes on you
I drive over the limit with my mind on you
Why you always getting in the back seat?
Get up in the front, I'm not a taxi, oh no
I drive over the limit with my eyes on you
I drive over the limit with my mind on you
Why you always getting in the back seat?
Get up in the front, I'm not a taxi, oh no, no

Can you talk a little louder?
I can't hear a word that you're saying
Im trying to make conversation without looking at you
Just trying to figure you out
With everything word that comes out of your mouth
Mouth, mouth

Ooh, I drive over the limit with my eyes on you
I drive over the limit with my mind on you
Why you always getting in the back seat?
Get up in the front, I'm not a taxi, oh no
I drive over the limit with my eyes on you
I drive over the limit with my mind on you
Why you always getting in the back seat?
Get up in the front, I'm not a taxi, oh no, no

I don't stop looking at, looking at you
I don't stop looking at, looking at you
Let me wipe the sugar from your lips
I don't understand, you're talking sweet like this
I don't stop looking at, looking at you
I don't stop looking at, looking at you
Let me wipe the sugar from your lips
I don't understand, you're talking sweet like this

I drive over the limit with my eyes on you
I drive over the limit with my mind on you
Why you always getting in the back seat?
Get up in the front, I'm not a taxi, oh no
I drive over the limit with my eyes on you
I drive over the limit with my mind on you
Why you always getting in the back seat?
Get up in the front, I'm not a taxi, oh no, no

[Thanks to djdakota0410 for adding these lyrics]