And where are the roads to freedom? Where is the life his father knew? Where is the love, where is the joy And tell me, where are the roads to freedom? A gypsy sings, of birds with broken wings And painted wheels that never roll Who hears the sighs? Who

Ay can’t stop getting paper Ay can’t stop rollin' papers Ay LSD and coca Ay live la vida loca Aye she gon' feed me grapes Ay we don’t go on dates Ay got a man at home but she love the way I taste Back shot back shot back shot back shot right behind the

Heart breaker, heart breaker Oh yeah, oh yeah Want to tear your world apart I want to tear that world The police in New York City They chased a boy right through the park And in a case of mistaken identity The put a bullet through his heart Heart

Flesh - the only thing that's worth the sweat Everybody gotta have Flesh - you got me all soakin' wet The day rolls in, the night rolls out Desire rules without a doubt The heart beats fast, you salivate And when you come, it won't be late I guess by

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't

You saved me You saved me I was riding in my car one day In the express lane rollin on the freeway And suddenly the phone rings then I Reached down beside me then i look On the floor felt on the backseat See I was drinking while I was driving Never

Wait a while eternity Old Mother Nature's got nothin' on me Come to me, run to me, come to me now I'm rollin' my sweetheart I'm flowin' by God It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good We has turkey and pistols carved out of wood I dream of

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

Don't take your love to town You've painted up your lips and rolled and curled your tinted hair Ruby are you contemplating going out somewhere The shadow on the wall tells me the sun is going down It wasn't me that started this whole crazy Asian war But

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a