Act nice, act nice and gentle to me Come on baby, hold my hand Come on baby, understand, you gotta You don't need no fancy clothes Where'd you get them, goodness knows? Just show some civility I don't need no luxuries, As long as you are understanding

La-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da So here we go again I know how this one ends It's a phone call from someplace far away You say you've found yourself Oh, in someone else And she makes you forget about the rain Her eyes are a golden hue

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it For a minute though I couldn’t tell how to fall out It’s twenty seconds till the last call You’re going hey hey hey hey hey hey Lie down you know it’s easy Like we did it over summer long And I’ll be anything you ask

But you don't know how Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone No no no no But you'll come out alright (Yeah) I know it seems there's no end in sight (Yeah) But it doesn't mean you can't put up a fight Sometimes I feel like a motherless child It's that

It's not how fast you can go The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a test of ultimate will

Walk it back Hmmm, walk it back What, what would you Have had me say? Instead of what I said Where, where would I go? How could I follow that? Except to do what I did Which it's to

I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit uh Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South

You could be doing anything you dream of If you believe in the things that make you strong Maybe, I know it's just maybe And we're only dreaming For how this will go, o-o-oh We could be doing anything that we love Just be carried by the way the wind

What about the heartache What about the emptiness inside It doesn't just fade away Turning the knife How much can I bleed The cut runs deep Got your finger on the trigger Your cold eyes taking aim You took a shot at my heart

To sing a song, I got a friend, Shows me all the good times, Tells me I look better, Chews me up and spits me out, And then walks my ass home. And sings a song, When I'm gone, gone, gone.