How you doing today? Are you sitting in the madman's hands again? No, I don't wanna let you down I'm not gonna lie, I'm not a nice nice guy But I tried and tried but I don't know why 'Cause when I put my head down sleeping I got this tiny little feeling

I just want to celebrate! I'm a motherfuckin nigga with an attitude Die nigga! We are born to die nigga You've been dyin for 400 years Niggas know how to die Niggas don't know nothin' else, but dyin' Niggas dream 'bout dyin' I got a case, of spittin' in

Have you heard about my baby? Yes, how I love her you don't know How I love, how I love her you don't know I declare it hurt me so bad Yes, when I heard she'd got to go Yes I tried, yes I tried, but I let her down Heard about my baby? Ooh yes, I tried

Do you know what it feels like for a girl Do you know what it feels like in this world for a girl What it feels like for a girl Strong inside but you don't know it Good little girls They never show it When you open up your mouth to speak could you be a

When they think of me, they think of you We used to be the ones that they wished they were But now it's like they don't know how to act Maybe they're like me and they want us back It's like there's always an empty space Those memories that nobody can

More miracles than magic tricks More green grass grows, and green old dollar bills More babies raised, and raising hell More get back up, sometimes you fail Well, I don't know it all Hey, but I know how it feels To be the guy that's trying to come back

I know it's a shame Tell me it's okay Lately I've been thinking about the past How there is no holding back No point in wasting sorrow On things that won't be here tomorrow But you and I well, we don't need to speak It's the secret that we keep

'Cause I want to be anarchy, I am an anti-Christ And I am an anarchist Don't know what I want, but I know how get it I want to destroy, possibly? 'Cause I want to be anarchy, no dog's body Anarchy for the U.K It's coming sometime, it may be

Now, but I can't And I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again In the middle of a gun fight In the

But I probably turn down your road, knock-knock on your door Fall back in your arms, wake up in the morning I just don't know how not to, how not to, how not to I just don't know how not to, how not to, how not to But I don't know how not to think about