You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder This isn't what I wanted to be I never thought that what I said would have you running from me, like this If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your

Love comes again Just when I've broken down I found Love can come again Of paths to be chosen Shall lead us back to here Because our You gotta believe that You have become What you have always been

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled that's how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go Young nigga that's more famous than these older niggas Young nigga

Love comes again Just when I've broken down I found Love can come again Of paths to be chosen All trails that we trek Shall lead us back to here Because our You gotta believe that You have become

Already gone I'm already gone So I'm already gone I want you to know That it doesn't matter Where we take this road Someone's gotta go And I want you to know You couldn't have loved me better

The reasons that I can't stay, don't have a thing to do with being in love I don't know why you gotta be angry all the time You ain't the only one who feels like this world's left you far behind Here we are What is left of a husband and a wife with four

Ooh why do we, we have to be Enemies, enemies? Forget all the scars All that they are Memories, memories Oh oh I know it hurts 'cause I feel it too I'm so sick of planning all my nights, nights 'Round avoiding you it’s gotta end We don’t have to love

Oh give me some of that magic, magic Baby, oh, oh You know I gotta have it, have it It's the way you look when you want me close When your hair falls down raining glitter and gold Oh give me some of that magic, magic baby Make me want you more and

I ain't gotta front, I get what I want If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front She got a fattie, I hit from the back They should have never let me in the sack I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack Stuck in my ways, chasing this