I don't want to be here anymore I know there's nothing left worth staying for Your paradise is something I've endured, whoa whoa I'm listening with one foot out the door See I don't think I can fight this anymore And I don't want to be here anymore But

'Cause when you're fifteen, Somebody tells you they love you You're gonna believe them And when you're fifteen You take a deep breath And you walk through the doors It's the morning of your very first day You say hi to your friends you ain't seen in

They hold no quarter They ask no quarter Close the door, put out the light No, they won't be home tonight The snow falls hard and don't you know? The winds of Thor are blowing cold They're wearing steel that's bright and true They carry news that must

I was walking round in Paris Near the (inaudible) Zanzibar Said the woman at the front door "Do you know the place you are? This place is from the fancy I don't think you fit the scene You're just an American Black boy I'm a French African Queen" And she

Here's another Sunday morning call Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl Into a day that couldn't give you more But what for? And in your head do you feel What you're not supposed to feel You take what you want

Now people say I'm jinxed I got some kind of voodoo hex Life is so complex There's no telling what could happen next Life on the edge, Fuels the sickness in my head It embeds the type of thoughts That got a lot of brothers dead

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah clip that nigga Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah drop that nigga Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah pop that nigga Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah drop that nigga Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah pop that nigga

Least you can do is give me back my heart Just give me back my heart I won't come around no more You won't find me standing outside your door I was lying awake last night, waiting for your call But if the rumors are true, that won't bother you at all I'm

'Cause I need answers from you I got questions for you So why don't you got answers for me? Have you ever lied? It's a dumb question, baby girl, 'cause everybody lies But did you lie with someone else, baby? Watchu tryna do? Are you tryna hurt my ego?

Money on my mind I do it for the love I do it for I don't have No money on my mind When I go home I tend to close the door I never wanted more So sing with me