Well alright Oh I, oh I-I-I I can't be what you want from me And I know she knows, and I know she knows She knows, she knows Damned if I do Damned if I don't And deep down she knows, she knows Trying to get a piece of that apple pie

Police on my back Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday What have I done? I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Runnin' Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Yes, I'm running Down the railway track Could you help me? They will catch me

My head's spinning around and round And the world keeps trying to bring me down, oh I bought a ticket to the joy parade And I ain't jumping off of this happy train, no I will live what this life's about, With or without I will bend and I will sway I will

This one's for my ride or die I'm just sitting here on my front porch singing If you ever need me around I'll be on the next train headed southbound I'll never let you down, I can't let you down Because when I couldn't get my feet on the ground You'd do

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

If your heart tells you to then who are you to question it If the world gets you down, don't be afraid to wrestle it You have your whole life ahead of you Come make a mess of it Who are you to question it And I can see straight into your soul Feeling oh

Cool down the space for me little woman You're coming in to fast for me That's not how it should be She keep on trying be she can't And so she do it how she want And so I told her: Went to a dance last Saturday night I was feeling tipsy, the mood was

Dude looks like a lady (Baby let me follow you down) Cruised into a bar on the shore Her picture graced the grime on the door She's a long lost love at first bite Baby, maybe you're wrong But you know it's all right, that's right Back stage we're having

Huncho farm (Huncho), got your bitch on porn (smash, smash) Whip's too foreign (skrrt, skrrt) ice on arms (ice, ice) Shit go bad, like it's L.A. traffic, yeah Crushin' down Addy, yeah, bustin' out plastic (yeah!) Whip's too foreign (skrrt), iced my arm

I've felt the hate rise up in me Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves Inside my shell, I wait and bleed I wonder out where you can't see You haven't learned a thing I haven't changed a thing My flesh was in my bones The pain was always free