{"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} Please continue to guide, direct, and protect my niggaz From the world, and from themselves Lord can you please shine that light on your sons They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one {"Ohh, it's a

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

When I was Jack and you were Diane Does it make you laugh Every time you hear that song Do you close your eyes Do the memories take you back Six packs and a Chevy Cheyenne Do you turn it up Do you sing along

Hey hey hey The sun is shining on my face And everythin' will be okay It's a fact, yeah I made it back, and This time I'm here to stay Bad days behind me My baby beside me I feel my luck starting to change

Cold one in my hand Hey, let’s party like we on vacation Singing hey, let’s party like we on vacation Put a little liquor in my coconut water Toes up in the sand (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) Party like I’m on vacation Party all day like you at your alma mater

I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot When are these colonies gonna rise up? And I am not throwing away my shot We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot) I’ma get a

When you gonna give it up to me? Get out my head and into the bed, girl 'Cause you done know, plottin' out the fantasy Hey, baby girl, and it's you a the key, yo, me go so then From you look inna me eye, gal, I see she you want me Because you body

They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary My eyes

And I've wasted all my time in your sea Everything has a reason At least that's what they all say And I've lost my count of the seasons I don't know what's been makin' me stay Many's the times that you've hurt me That's just the way that you live Many a

You made it You played it Your shit is overrated Worn out and faded The weakness starts to show They've created the generation That we know Washed up and hated The system moves so slow