You better hope you're not alone It will defeat you then teach you to get back up After it takes away all that You learn to love Higher than your heart Hope you're not alone Your shadow walks faster than you

Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have

Shout out to my ex, you're really quite the man You made my heart break and that made me who I am Here's to my ex, hey, look at me now I swear you'll never, you'll never bring me down Well, I'm, I'm all the way up Forget that boy, I'm over it Guess I

Yeah that's my dawg Me and my dawg We gave 'em two in a row I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast, I'm comin' home to get you Yeah that's my dawg for sure I'mma put her in a full nelson Deja keep on callin' She say she ready to pull up As soon as I get there,

And I know it's no fun when your first son Gets up to no good, starts freaking out the neighborhood Sorry, mama, there are times I get carried away Please, don't worry, next time I'm home, I'll still be the same Really, I'm fine, never been better, got

Ya, women have a way with a fool Fellas, the fix is in Woman had the upper hand since the time of original sin God gave men the muscle, He gave women all the brains Buddy, you got to hustle just to keep yourself in the game Ladies, we beg your pardon if

I'm cryin' for me I'm gonna miss that smile I'm gonna miss you my friend Even though it hurts the way it ended up I'd do it all again So play it sweet in heaven 'Cause That's right where you want to be I'm not cryin' cause I feel so sorry for you I'm

Ghost Riders in the sky Yippie yi ooh Yippie yi yay An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the

Get away with your guns now Money money money Root of all evil Trendy Wendy's you know what I mean Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans She watches her street crack 'cause she's no dummy Through rocking the microphone and she's calling me

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ay, ay) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on