The hearts of men In the hearts of men What I tell you, nigga When I come out of jail, what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, right Hey Quik, let me get them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars Yeah nigga, time to ride

It's a mystery to me, the game commences For the usual fee, plus expenses Confidential information, it's a diary This is my investigation, it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports, digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line

Ain't digging for no gold Just somebody to love... unconditional love You never see it coming Then the next thing you know... unconditional love... unconditional love She ain't looking for no diamonds No necesito nada ni a nadie si te tengo aquí Te amo

Freak magnet Straitjacket Pushin' back at you Call me the billionaire breaker, turn 'em into my bitch I'm the king of the freaks a' down here diggin' a ditch I'm at a weed cafe on a Netherlands street Riding a caffeine buzz and I'm starting to peak

Do I run, or lay down and die? Is it time to close my eyes? Everywhere I look these vultures burn the life right outta me Close the curtains, cash me in Gather photographs of the devil you let in Digging deep inside my soul I don't know where to turn

You live without shame You’re digging up a gold mine Standing on the sidelines You are caught up in your gravity Watching through the looking glass Singing your own praise I would not expect you felt alone in standing north Better to rise above the

I and I in the sky You make me feel like I can fly So high, elevation A mole, digging in a hole Going down, excavation High, higher than the sun You shoot me from a gun I need you to elevate me here

It's on like that Diggin' on you Diggin' the scene Diggin' on me Baby bay-oh-baby baby I gotta be in love or somethin' like that I was chillin' with my Kool-Aid I must admit to you I was like peace in a groove

Honey, whaddya do for money So stop your love on the road All your digging for gold You make me wonder Whaddya do for money What you gonna do You're working in bars Riding in cars Never gonna give it for free

A gypsy driftin' down the road I learned quick my eighteenth summer Diggin' ditches for the man You can't be a guitar strummer Cussin' that shovel in your hand Took my paycheck to a pawn shop Bought a silverstone guitar Wrote a song about a beer joint