Speak to me You make me feel like I'm fucking drowning (I need to cut you out, I need to cut you out) You made my world come crashing down around me (I need to cut you out) Black is all that I see You used to be all that I needed I need to cut you out, I

And P.S. if this is Austin I still love you She left without leavin' a number Said she needed to clear her mind He figured she'd gone back to Austin 'Cause she talked about it all the time It was almost a year before she called him up Three rings and an

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

When you said you needed time And prayed you’d stay And I told myself that it’d be fine I wish I could have just said somethin’, oh I heard goodbye I watched you fade away But I turned my head and closed my eyes I could tell by the way you kissed my lips

That for worse or for better we're better together Please just come back home No don't say that you're sorry And I won't say I told you so Oh can't you see You said you needed your space I wasn't where you wanted to be I didn't stand in your way

Needed a friend Oh, starry eyes Oh, oh (repeat) When she laughs She's got the power of a child in her eyes And when you cry now She'll hold you like a man's supposed to be held I can't get into words how I feel Get it right in this song now

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

For once in my life I have someone who needs me For once I can say this is mine, you can't take it Someone I've needed so long For once, unafraid I can go where life leads me And somehow I know I'll be strong For once I can touch what my heart used to

All she needed was some At a Clippers' game on the court-side Watch a nigga' shoot like a .4-5 They mad at me, too, I got more fire Why these bitches see you "go home, Roger" (Go home, Roger) Tia and Tamara in my bed I'm a smart guy I ain't fucking with

I was born to beg for you I'd cry, crawl I'd do it all Teakettle love, I'd do anything Crushed on the train We'd stand by the window Sweat through the hard parts of June We hugged it out and ducked it on purpose Nothing else I needed to do