Whiskey and wimmen almost wrecked my life Were'nt for whiskey and wimmin, I'd have money today Nightlife, nightlife, nightlife Ain't no good, ain't no good for me I had a good start, but wimmen and whiskey tore it down Whiskey and wimmen ain't no good

Now I know the only compass that I need Oh is the one, that leads back to you Is the one, that leads back to you But that's neither here nor there Should I call somebody else? 'Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself She had cat

Almost found what I lost Almost saved you and myself Almost won but it doesn't count And never does Almost got what I want And I almost Almost almost almost

This is so damn simple, yeah Sound and pulse and volume Hands just reaching out for hands It's so damn simple You know they feel like you do This is almost overload I said almost overload Friends and foes and princes Are all just human in the end

You're my secret weapon My sexy piece of heaven Girl, you make me better I swear we'll be together You're my secret Touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it I'm getting impatient Almost every other conversation's just a waste of time Did I give into

The war of kings began On that night under the raging northern sky The seeds of legend lie Swollen almost to a man I am coming from the edge of madness A northern mourns the world of men Gonna drive them into exile Or never let them breathe again In a

I've been thinking about you baby It don't matter, when you turn Gonna survive, live and learn. By the light of dawn, and in my blues Day and night, I been missing you I've been thinking about you baby, Almost makes me crazy, Come and live with me Either

Whoa, left, right, left, right, left Left, right, left, right, left We’re almost there baby one more step Whoa, we’re almost there only one more step Oh I been hurting lately I’m down on all my luck Sometimes there’s no one there by your side I don’t

I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' 420 up in London Me and Murda, we up to somethin' I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband Murda, Murda, Murda shit I'm a problem, called her a "bust man" I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fort

If you don't know Where I'm from (Aftermath, nigga witta attitude) (Game time niggas, Westside) (Nigga witta attitude) (Straight Outta Compton) (We rock khakis and Chucks) (Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the making)