I ain't the same Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know I must confess, I copped the chains I hit the club, I made it rain I hit the road, I made a name I came home, I ain't the same These niggas know Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John

She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open Two-lane highway rolling With no one around, slowing us down Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Feet on the dash with her

It will be our swan song Put your white tennis shoes on and follow me And I will never sing again And you won't work another day Be our swan song Nothing could stop the two of us I will never sing again With just one wave it goes away Why work so hard

Gloomy Sunday Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you

I'm with that woop Fuck all that turn up the headphones shit But turn up my headphones anyway Huh? (Boom production) Turnt gangster Sir, bun up the main road Run up and stay low Turn up the radio Dirt, straight family

At the house Got a yellow backdoor porch party light Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White You and me out here swaying, star-gazing Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out Get the mood turned on and the lights out Lose a little something

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin We burn shit down, blow torch scorching Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin Slaughterhouse! Bussa Buss! Somebody

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Let it go, let it go Let the storm rage on The cold never bothered me anyway The snow glows white on the mountain tonight Not a footprint to be seen A kingdom of isolation And it looks like I'm the queen The wind is howling like this swirling storm

How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? What type of games are bein' played? A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they can take this flow What these bitches want from a nigga? On some DMX shit I grew weak