We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses, You'd better let somebody love you, You've been out ridin' fences for so long now, Oh and you're a hard one, but I know that you've got your reasons, The things that are pleasin' you can hurt you somehow.

Don't you think I'm lone, lonely enough? God, now how much more do I have to hurt? God, you don't know the sadness of this place You've got the angels and the saints So give me back my love, love How far down do you wanna see me go, tell me? It's been a

What is love? Baby, don't hurt me Baby, don't hurt me no more Oh, I don't know why you're not there I give you my love but you don't care So what is right and what is wrong? Give me a sign

As long as she ain't in it Don't wanna hear her name I don't wanna see her face I know it's gonna hurt If I run into her somewhere Appreciate your call, means a lot and all Yeah, I got a minute You and me can talk about anything you want

I'll stand by you Won't let nobody hurt you And I'll never desert you Take me in into your darkest hour Oh, why you look so sad? Tears are in your eyes Come on and come to me now Don't be ashamed to cry Let me see you through

Anybody tell you that All the bridges that you burn Come back one day to haunt you One day you'll find you're walking lonely Baby I never meant to hurt you Sometimes the best intentions Still don't make things right But all my ghosts they find me Like my

Someone won't go to sleep tonight Someone is gonna hurt inside I hear you won't even say my name I know things could never be the same But whenever I call your number You're not at home, don't hear the phone Whenever I start to wonder Are you alone, are

And I would turn on the TV But it's so embarrassing To see all the other people I don't know what they mean And it was magic at first But now this world is gonna hurt Turn it around When they spoke without sound You better turn that thing down

Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) (End what's right and why am I immature?) (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Here's the formula on O, now let's go Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit 'em,