You say it first, you say it first to me I have no words, I have no words to say If I can't change your mind Keep thinking, is this our last goodbye? If I can't hold you now Keep thinking that you might not come around Waiting on you Trying to keep your

The smoking gun is what I’ve found The dirt I have on you is the ground Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy Now the truth is a ball and chain Holding my conscience to the flame Covered up, but still I know The secret of the life you’re

It's really going down in the goddamn south I 3-up, 100 to the end Wasted, undone How could you judge? I’m wasted right now Wasted undone Wasted right now Take a sip, drowning in this shit Choppers on my hip I hold my head

And I won't let you choke On the noose around your neck And I'll find strength in pain And I will change my ways I'll know my name as it's called again But I will hold on hope It's empty in the valley of your heart The sun, it rises slowly as you walk

Call me baby, baby I just want you in my arms Obie Hold you till the morning Obie Know you got it going on Obie I don't hear what the rumbleclots say {She say} Sex and on that good love to me She say she like em dark skinn-ded

Is it over? His dreams are closed Shared woes and fiction Far, far away I remember a world That's gone astray Close your eyes, hold your breath Dreams severed from each other now Are tangled in a web

Girl don't feel outta place 'Cause I, I'm in love with this feeling now And I, I, hope that this will last a while We should make it last a while You like to drink, so do we Get more bottles, bring 'em to me Hold your glasses up, people everywhere Now

Wanna way out Ghetto walkin' (Ghetto walkin') Streets to find me (Streets to find me) Devil's watching (Devil's watching) They can't hold me down When I was young Nobody told me, don't fall for traps Good will hunt it Now I'm old, in this game

So crawl on my belly til the sun goes down I'll never wear your broken crown I took the road and I fucked it all the way Now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace Touch my mouth And hold my tongue I'll never be your chosen one I'll be home,

So hold on, Hold on to what we are, Hold on to your heart. In the spring we made a boat Out of feathers, out of bones. We set fire to our homes, Walking barefoot in the snow. Distant rhythm of the drum As we drifted towards the storm.