We've come a long way since that day And we will never look back, at the faded silhouette Press play, fast forward Non stop we have the beaten path before us It was all there, in plain sight Come on people, we have all seen the sunshine We will never get

I'm a busy man There's a little boy out in the driveway His basketball in hand Saying Daddy could we play a little one on one You pat him on the back and say not now son His sister's out on the sidewalk Setting up a lemonade stand Hey Daddy don't you

A niggas always into something Ninety ninety motherfucking 1 NWA's back in this motherfucking yo Takin' out all you commercialized ass niggas And we're on this lay back track And we're doin' this well kinda smooth So what's you're gonna do Dre Kick it!

Need a girl that I can train She's a dove, she's a fucking nightmare Unpredictable, it was my mistake to stay here On the go and it's way too late to play I need a girl that I can train Turn your back and run now You haven't got a chance now It's

Holding on, laughing and crying I'm finding my way back home Laying in a bed that was burning It's so hard when you're young and in love Trying, and fighting 'Cause that's what you do when you're young and in love Young and in love I'm coming to see you

That's how I'll always be I'll always be a fan of ol' stray dogs and guitars playin' One room churches, back road walks and front porch swingin' Sunset skies, bonfire nights, I love the simple things I'm a little more beer bottle beer joint than a fancy

I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more (Mm, back up) I think that it's over I swear to God I'm moving on (Free your mind, and let your conscience be free) I know just who you are You put me on lay away You just love to heart shop

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away When I was a child my family would travel Down to

Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Shooting venom at the passers-by I'm

Turn my head it's back to bed with no delay Why get up in the morning doesn't even start till two Forget reality, waking up is hard to do Remember when there was nothing else to do But to lie in bed and wonder how it was always up to you and no one else