I'm not the one who's so far away When I feel the snake bite enter my veins And I don't remember why I came Never did want to be here again I'm coming back again Voodo, voodo, voodo, voodo Never did I want to be here again Candles raise my desire Why I'm

I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin' to the rap inventor ***** wit the game

I had her on ice, but then Blue faces, I got blue diamonds, blue tint, yeah Look who I'm fuckin' again I watched the ice get thin Now, does she sink or swim? Double my price again Top of the charts, back in they hearts Nigga, he strikes again, whoa Some

When I was older I was a sailor on an open sea But now I'm underwater And my skin is paler than it should ever be I'm on my back again Dreaming of a time and place Where you and I remain the best of friends Even after all this ends

Soon as I get home Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Grab my gats, locate my comrades Let's get my money out the safe Soon as I come home Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this mad pen

Makes me wanna sneak down your driveway Get in girl, we'll roll 'til the dirt road ends You can climb up in that back seat With your pretty little bare feet Got our innocence Just like we're 17 again To climb out your window Get the butterflies like we

Oh your love keeps me in chains Just like the river I come back again Oh your fear keeps me right here You'll be the arrow, the arrow Times up, I'm alright The fire's out, the stars are burning Don't speak, say something my love The walls are cracking,

But I don't You always come back when I'm at my weakest When I'm fool enough to let you in Sayin' how this time around is different Asking if I want to try again But I won't

Tell me, gypsy, can you see me In your crystal ball I'm asking you what can I do My back's against the wall And I can't hold on much longer So I've come to you my friend For now my life seems at an end I came to see you once before One hundred years ago

Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around