There's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean, And I hate to hurt your feelings but its not the way it seems, 'Cause I miss her. She's the only girl I've cared for, the only one I've known. And no one ever shared more love than we've

That ain't my baby, no, that ain't my girl Maria, why you wanna play me like that? But she talking in, and she needs to quit But never this, all I know she's not mine 'Cause she's wildin' out, what she talking about? She ain't my baby, she ain't my girl

You'll find another life to live I know that you'll get over it She's sippin' Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder No I'm not a rat, but I'm all about my cheddar Just talked to your homie, she said we

God bless Amerika This so godless Amerika Will I die or go to jail today? Everybody wanna tell me what I need You can play a role in my life but not the lead Uh, my mind’s filled with mine fields The ashes fall, the wine spills The world stops, drops and

Let’s go wait out in the fields with the ones we love I could walk out, but I won’t In my mind I am in your arms I wish someone would take my place Can’t face heaven all heavenfaced She’s a griever, my believer It’s not a fever, it’s a freezer I believe

Hey, shut up, hey, shut up, yeah In nobody's eyes but mine On the field I remember you were incredible In a car with a girl, promise me she's not your world 'Cause Andy, you're a star Andy, you're a star On the match with the boys, you think you're alone

So here we are This is the end But all that dies Is born again I have nothing to fear I have nothing to say You have nothing to take this from me Years of screaming in pain

Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son People always told me, "Be careful of what you do She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene I

You'll find another life to live That's true, that's right She's sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter My Louboutins new, so my bottoms they is redder No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar Just talked to your homie she said we should

That's what the blues is all about Oh you come home one eve'nin' To nothin' but the four walls And then ya find your phone been disconnected You can't even make no call Ya hung out for your baby, oh, an'she's not there You look in the closet, buddy,