My arms are open (oh, oh) My arms are open I can't unfeel your pain I can't undo what's done I can't send back the rain But if I could I would My love, my arms are open So when you feel like you can't take another round of being broken I will be standing

Can't find my way home But it's through you and I know What I'll do Just to get back in her arms C'mon, Angel, don't you cry Just to get back in her er er er er Way e ay e oh Can't find the way

I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House OG kush diet, OG kush diet My partna just died, my partna just died Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck Come to the bank, come through like Brinks Fuck what you think, fuck what you think

I keep asking Days keep passing I don't feel right Everyday confronted Fuck off, it's giving in I just want to know why! Want to give it up but I can't escape What's your lie? It is disturbing

You lie you don't want to hurt me So you lie, buy a little time, and I go along What else can I do, maybe it's wrong But you know how much I love you So you lie, 'til you can find a way to say goodbye We lie in the dark I know you're awake The only

Hey Nas, how ya doin'? Take my name, and my number But let's take, it, slow Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me But not a hype chick someone with proper energy Meanwhile, we'll be groovin' I can be, what you said That you need, I can be, all that

Like a boomerang, like a boomerang 'round You can always bring me down but I come around Like a boomerang like a boomerang 'round It's like you cannot see it's just what I wanted Why can't you leave me 'cause I am saying that I had it all I cannot take

You gon' get my hopes high, girl On some nights like this, shawty, I can't help but think of us If I called, would you pick it up? On some nights like this, I just wanna text you, but for what? Just gon' play with my emotions just because, no (Oh) And I

That's the thoughts of a fool thinking out loud I had a love and it was all mine I drove her out, I must've been blind She loved me so, but I was untrue She's gone for good, what can I do? There's not a thing that I can say about her Except I don't know

You're so supreme Lyrics that I write of you Scheme, just for a sight of you And I dream Both day and night of you And what good does it do In 1929, I sold short In London, I'm presented at court But you've got me down hearted,