Confusion's all I see Frustration surrounds me Solution: bid farewell Sedation - what the hell? I can hardly breathe at all Divided we stand Together we fall That can save us all So don't pray on your knees

That's what you do to me Just call me crazy That's what you do Insane, deranged It don't matter to me Call it what you want to; I don't care And it doesn't make a difference 'long as she's there Lovin' you is crazy Crazy is what I'll be

Maybe we don't need no reason Come on, come on, come on now Maybe we're perfect strangers Maybe it's not forever Maybe intellect will change us Maybe we'll stay together Maybe we'll walk away Maybe we'll realize

Condition critical Condition critical, critical I'm feeling physical Now I'm really cynical Oh the tension's mounting The pressure starts to show All the men in haunting Please don't let me go

I'd rather die standing Blue tears'll never find me now Black eyes, I don't need 'em Blue tears, gimme freedom Than live on my knees Black eyes I don't need 'em Blue tears gimme freedom Black eyes all behind me Positively never goin' back

Give me everything tonight I want you tonight Tonight I want all of you tonight Let's do it tonight Don't care what they say Nothing is enough 'Til they handle love (let's do it tonight) I want you to stay Grab somebody sexy, tell 'em hey

I just want to sleep forever Never see tomorrow I don't want to work forever Know what I know Or beg or borrow Lead or follow Just like our mothers Who gave us our homes We'll be just like our fathers

I don't miss you at all That you left behind I don't miss you It doesn't hurt When I think of you And all the things we'll Never get to do I don't dream at night about the way we were I tore up the pictures, crossed out all the words

Asked sweet mama, Let me be her kid She said, "You might get hurt if you don't keep it hid" Well I know my baby, If I see her in the dark I said I know my rider, If I see her in the dark Now, I goin' to Rosedale, Take my rider by my side Still

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L.A.! It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L.A.! Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker (West West y'all) Yeah,