River of no return You'll never get my mind right Like two ships passing in the night Want the same thing where we lay A different way from where I'm going Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion So sorry if I turn my head Yours is a familiar face

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with

No one gets out alive Oh, another truth And there's nowhere you can hide Oh, in this house of doom Oh, once you step inside Ain't no one gets out alive Take all that you can Take it all I know you'll do it again

Just give it away She said give it away That night in 'Frisco Bay That big four poster king sized bed There ain't nothing in this house worth fightin' over Oh, we're both tired of fightin' anyway Well, I can't give it away She was stormin' through the

Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Everybody in the whole cell block This one recorded live Right here tonight And I think you've got the fuckin' jive Cause we've got some bad beat boogie woogie For ya boys

You’re like gold dust There’s a hollow in this house Whenever you go Keep coming down that street It rains over me A foreign sun that I thought I’d never see Oh don’t change ever No don’t change

All we have is love All we have is love (na-ah) When shadows and demons are chasin' There's no way that our hearts will be breakin' 'Cause all we have is love (na-ah) They could tear this house down brick by brick But we won't even miss a thing They said

Na na na na na na (Uh huh uh huh) Let's do this I turn it on I crank it up I'll wear it out I'll bring the roof in this house down I know just what you came here for And I want to hear you scream and more

Ayy, where you from? If that coupe came with rims, I don't want it (skrrt) Stock me out (ooh, yeah,) big block me out (ooh, yeah) Robocops, they out (ayy,) put my guns in the house (12) So much cash over this way (cash) No, no droughts Bunch of alcohol,

I had this dream where I relished the fray And the screaming filled my head all day It was as though I'd been spit here Settled in, into the pocket Of a lighthouse on some rocky socket Off the coast of France, dear One afternoon, four thousand men died