It's a lot of lust, not a lot of love Ay, bitch, not a lot of love Ay, but now they tell me I switched up Take this Backwood to the face, then grab my cup Ay, I stack it up, can't get enough Seen your shorty with you, she look at me and she blushed I'm a

It could happen here today You are my saving grace Can you hold on while I take hold of myself Will you be strong while I take hold of myself And I can't wait to see your face No I can't wait to see your face You're the little thing, my saving grace

Just gotta make it (alright) Just gotta make it (alright) I just gotta make it Just to see that smile upon your face I know I Just gotta make it (alright) just gotta make it To the top of the world me and my girl we Just gotta make it Everything I do I

It's a lonely road Full of tired men And you can see it in their faces And you'll be home in spring I can wait till then I heard you're on a big train And all this too shall pass This loneliness won't last for long I wasn't there to take his place

I want to see your face in every kind of light And when you stand before the candles on a cake Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make In fields of dawn and forests of the night What are you doing the rest of your life? North and South and

I see your face in every flower Your eyes in stars above The very thought of you And I forget to do The little ordinary things That everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream I'm happy as a king And foolish though it may seem

So listen up My heart is dark I know that I've been replaced I've had enough I've tried to love Keep coming back to this place I wanna be free and let you fly away To see your smile Upon you face

I guess I need you baby I feel so small And everytime I see, you in my dreams, I see your face And Everytime I try to fly I fall, without my wings Your haunting me Take my hand Strangers when

(Nobody cares you’re just a bad man Nobody wants you’re a dead man) Do what you say, do want you want to Do what you say, do want you want to We rip upon the flesh and lift to see And looking on all the faces along the way The terror grips me close and

If you can tell me something worth fighting for Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head Honey, all the movements you're starting to make See me crumble and fall on my face And I know the mistakes that I made See it all disappear without a trace And