I've been trying There's no denying. It's sending me Out of my mind. I've seen reason Change to treason. It's losing its sense Of all kind. How much longer will it take

I have questions for you I have questions for you (I have questions) Do you care, do you care? Why don't you care? I gave you all of me My blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears Why don't you care, why don't you care? I was there, I was there, when no

( * Repeat) I know what she's doin' I saw it comin from the start I've watched her in motion She's aimin right for my heart Guess I should know better But it's hard to refuse She's got it down to the letter *Youngblood,

Can you whisper The bittersweet between my teeth Trying to find the in-betweens Fall back in love eventually Yeah yeah yeah yeah We're only young and naive still We require certain skills The mood it changes like the wind Hard to control when it begins

Oh she's only seventeen Whine whine whine, weep over everything Bloody Mary breakfast busting up the street Brothers fighting, when's the baby gonna sleep Heaving ship too sails away Said it's a culmination of a story and a goodbye session It's a tick of

Raise head and stomp the blood I got the silver And I wonder What will you follow? When your head is not in order And I'm stomping your little This is for cows It's not for the size of me

Keep the earth below my feet For all my sweat, my blood runs weak Let me learn from where I have been Keep my eyes to serve and my hands to learn Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn You were cold as the blood through your bones And the light which

It's coming down for me this way And comfort you and feel this It's coming from a heated place This place that means it's all there Just hold my waist I play the part of my favorite play I feel the audio and all its waves Nobody loves a hidden face So

And the choirs kept singing of freedom Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun And Addie Mae Collins, her

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave