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

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

I'm gonna thrill you tonight Thriller, thriller night 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night It's close to midnight And something evil's lurking in the dark Under the moonlight You see a sight that almost stops your heart You try to scream But terror

I used to sleep at the foot of old glory And awake in the dawn's early light But much to my surprise when I opened my eyes I was a victim of the great compromise I knew a girl who was almost a lady She had a way with all the men in her life Every inch of

I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) I'm livin' life in the fast lane Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where

Almost forgot what I was doing Almost forgot where I was going I been driving, I been smoking Almost forgot what I was drinking What the hell have I been thinking Now I'm just riding through the city And ain't nobody rolling with me It ain't a problem,

The way you almost held my hand, dear The time you kissed my cheek The words that never left your lips, love But I heard week after week The waltzes that we left untaken The glances drove us mad The life we didn't live together And the love that we

Almost like your life Almost like your endless fight Cursed, the day is long Realize you don't belong Disconnect somehow Never stop complaining now Almost like your fight And there it went I stitch them up, see not my fall from grace

I'm calling you up, you tell me it's over Yeah, it's hard when you're young You say what you want, but it's hard when you're young We both know I go too far like when I wrecked your car And almost fought your father when he pushed me in the yard And all

Everything happens to me Black cats creep across my path Until I'm almost mad I must have 'roused the devil's wrath Cause all my luck is bad I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains I