She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag)
And nobody gets hurt (No hurt)
Now I’m running from her love, I’m not fast (Fast)
So I’m making it worse (Making it worse)
Now I’m digging up a grave, from my past
I’m a whole different person (I’m a whole different person)
It’s a gift and a curse (It’s a gift and a curse)
But I cannot reverse it
Keep my fever running
If the blood cools too young you’ll never recover
And I’ll be on my way
You broke my heart and picked the pieces
Threw them in the fire to burn
Left me cold out in the rain.
But now I’m moving on without you baby
Without you by my side
I’m finally feeling free.
But I know that
The sun will shine for me
Even when the skies are grey
And I feel like I’m missing something
But the bridges build their own way
Do you remember how when you were younger
The summers all lasted forever?
Days disappeared into months, into years
Hold that feeling forever
Birdman handrub
This shit fit me like a damn glove
Shit cleaner than a hand scrub
Feel better than DJ Khaled fan love
This the rock that gave pride to a man cub
Ain’t no love in hip-hop
There ain’t no keepin’ up with the Bennetts
Ain’t no diamonds in the chain but it’s in the pendant
I only own fishbowls, but my rentals tinted
You know I’m used to movin’ units like rental tenant
Real lieutenant, God’s army
He like a doctor, he’ll never let me shot harm me
Words and Music by Jon Langford
Well I worked hard and I got lots of money
Well I tried hard but I don’t wanna stay
Yeah I’ve seen too much trouble, I felt too much pressure bubble
I knew there had to be a better way
Father, forgive me, I’m scared of the karma
‘Cause now I see women as somethin’ to nurture
Not somethin’ to conquer
Why you ready to die? You just a baby
Why them tears up under your eyes? You just a baby
Keep your head up in the sky, you just a baby
Quit chasing money, never mind, you just a baby
These Magi adore you, Adoration of the Magi
These Magi adore you
Why you wanna be born again? You just a baby
Why you playing in the streets? You just a baby
Steady runnin’ to the money, don’t stop, green light
I was looking back on my life
And all the things I’ve done to me
I’m still looking for the answers
I’m still searching for the key
The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me
It just won’t leave me alone
I still find it all a mystery
Could it be a dream?
The Road To Nowhere leads to me
Through all the happiness and sorrow
I guess I’d do it all again
Live for today and not tomorrow
It’s the wild wild west
I’m doing my best
I’m at the borderline of my faith
I’m at the hinterland of my devotion
I’m in the front line of this battle of mine
But I’m still alive
If your read the album cover by now
You know that my name is what my name is
When I came in here to try and
Do this, something I’ve never done before
Mr Jones looked at me, said to me
Don’t worry about it
Just do what you do
And do it good
I’m always sayin’ I won’t change but
I ain’t the same
Everything is different, I can’t complain
Don’t know what you missin’? Shame on you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shame on you
Everything is strange, that’s just a game
Everybody trippin’, thrown it away
We was getting lifted, now we getting paid
Shame on you
Taste me, the salty tears on my cheek
That’s what a year-long headache does to you
I’m not okay, I feel so scattered
Don’t say I’m all that matters
Leave me, déjà vu (Hmm)
Do anything that I want to
Think I’m gon’ dance on the moon like Michael (Elevate)
I done been around the world four times, lookin’ for parkin’
Finally found a condo, that shit still feel like apartment
Out South, my foul mouth started soundin’ like Cartman
Roundabout like cartwheels, hopped inside of a U-Haul
Confused where all my art went, monsters in a quiet place
Some of these decisions is like Sharpie on a dry-erase
I know they thought I wouldn’t, but I’m a fireplace
I had my cake and ate it too, that shit is an acquired taste
I promised I would buy a place, I got my favorite roommates
They used to never see me, like when you zip up a new Bape
Do that shit ‘fore it’s too late, don’t ever drink the Kool-Aid
Don’t ever think it’s sweet, that’s that crème de la brûlée
Who they? They Robert Goulet, they Nazi, cuckoo, goofy
My wifey yellin’, “Who they?” My daughter yellin’, “Hooray”
I see it clear like Blu-Ray, I park it in the sky
I keep ’em on my block, ’round the corner of my eye
Like a stye (Uh)
Oh, won’t you stay with me?
‘Cause you’re all I need
This ain’t love, it’s clear to see
But darling, stay with me
Bust it wide for that Prada
Bend it over for Louis
Maybe you and I can’t do great things
We may not change the world in one day
But we still can change some things today
In our small way
Empty words are not enough
Where there’s hurt we’ll be a crush
When there’s thirst we’ll fill each other’s cup
Because we care we love enough to share
Make room for a little sweet love
The Lord is all around you, child
And that’s what you’re made of
Remember: there is a light
And it shines bright just for you
And you can’t cut yourself off from it
No matter what you do
Grandma’s hands clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma’s hands played a tambourine so well
Grandma’s hands used to issue out a warning
She’d say, “Billy don’t you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass,”
Grandma’s hands
Grandma’s hands sooth the local unwed mother
Grandma’s hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma’s hands used to lift her face and tell her
She’d say, “Baby Grandma understands
That you really loved that man
Put yourself in Jesus’ hands.”
Grandma’s Hands
Grandma’s hands used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma’s hands picked me up each time I fell
Grandma’s hands, boy they really came in handy
She’d say, ” Mattie don’t you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didn’t drop no apple core,”
But I don’t have Grandma anymore
If I get to heaven I’ll look for
Grandma’s hands
I was up late night balling
So far from my past misfortune
No sleepin’, late nights no eatin’
Gun squeezing, I’m a real Artesian
Ramona, I was round that corner
Still down, I’m a Norf Norf soldier
G slide right down do Sawyer
When we slide, you won’t see morning
Another story of a young black man
Tryna make it up out that jam, god damn
Showtime our love’s coming out
Lights camera action show what we’re about cause it’s
Showtime our love’s breaking out
Let’s show the world you’re my boy
I’m your girl cause it’s
Showtime our love’s coming out
Lights camera action let it all hang out
Cause it’s showtime
Yeah our time is now
Let’s show the world you’re my boy
I’m your girl
Friends tell me I am crazy
That I’m wasting time with you
You’ll never be mine
That’s not the way I see it
‘Cause I feel you’re already mine
Whenever you’re with me
No need to ask
He’s a smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
I woke up for some money, ayy, lil’ bitch
Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy
Them sticks rocket shit up like the 4th of July, uh
‘Cause the way I do my deals, never treated like a artist
Want the house (House)
You could DM my accountant
My per diem six figures and I’m countin’
Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
Extended clip long as a rope
We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
I knew that boy was a ho
I’m like oh my God, shawty tender like a strip (Strip)
I’m like oh my God, shawty came in with the drip (Okay)
I’m like her and her friend (Her friend), came for the show (Ooh)
Her and her friend came for the show, I’m like, um
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Ooh, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Yeah, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Ooh, lemonade)
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? (Yeah, dawg, ooh)
Used to carry all the groceries in in one trip (Hercules)
Simply Minute Maid, gone in one sip (Drip, drip, drip)
Too much dip on my chip (Hey)
Stiff arm a jit to get my lip balm (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Used to carry all the groceries in in one trip (Hercules)
Simply Minute Maid, gone in one sip (Drip, drip, drip)
Too much dip on my chip (Hey)
Stiff arm a jit to get my lip balm (Hey, hey)
I’m from the streets, you gotta pay with your life, I got a way with the white
You just like your father and he was a rat, uh
So that mean he raising a mice, yeah
I had to trap through the night, yeah
I put that pack on a flight, yeah
Ayy, Panini, don’t you be a meanie
Thought you wanted me to go up
Why you tryna keep me teeny? I
It’s a dream, he wished it on a genie
I got fans finally, ain’t you wanting them to see me? I
I thought you want this for my life, for my life
Said you wanted to see me thrive, you lied
You – you talk about just every band
But the names you drop are second hand (second hand)
I’ve heard it all before
I – don’t wanna know your name
‘Cause you don’t look the same
The way you did before
Oh no, big Snoop Dogg
Back up in the heezee bay-bay
You jocking my style? You so crazy
Dre say, ain’t “No Limit” to this
As long as we drop gangsta shit
Me and Mrs Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it’s wrong
But it’s much too strong
To let it go now