Oh, be something you love and understand "And be a simple kind of man Baby be a simple kind of man Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can" And you can do this, oh baby, if you try All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied" Mama told me

I mean it when I say You're not alone I'll listen 'till your tears give out You're safe and sound, I swear that I won't let you down What's hurting you I, I feel it too When you cry, I cry with you, oh When you try not to look at me Scared that I'll see

Don't even try to save me tonight But here I go 'Cause I don't know No I don't know I'll stay away from This pain I came from Can't run away from What's been said and done With all these days gone

Meet me in the summer time We can move the air Sweet Virginia countryside I will meet you there Bloody lips and cherry wine Moonshine in your hair Just keep staring at the sun Pray for summer's end Is it winter there?

You put some whiskey in the water Gonna run off with your daughter And if I make it to the border I'm gonna be alright I'm on the run the devil?s tryin? to get me Says I met him at a pawn shop down in Mississippi I was an angel lookin? for another face I

And I know they know about each other I think these bitches tryna set me up Maybe I’m just paranoid Seen two of my bitches in the club Yeah, I’m paranoid, I’m trippin' I’ve been smoking, I’ve been sippin' I’m fuckin' 'round with two bitches But I never

Never say goodbye, never say goodbye Together, forever You and me and my old friends Hoping it would never end Holdin' on, we got to try Say goodbye, never say goodbye Holdin' on to never say goodbye As I sit in this smokey room The night about to end

My kind of lady And nothin' under the sun of moon Can make us be apart We're making plans and holding hands just like before We'll try again, we'll make amends along the road It's fellin' good, just like it should, this time we know We'll share each

Young black America Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner White man kill a black man, they never report us Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up Mama she was sour, sippin' on

Flame thrower You're on the run from the stun of the flame thrower Look to the sky and face the sun You better try to race against the gun Nothing to rival This heavy load Pray for survival End of the road Don't you believe you stand a chance in hell