Kill the Lights! Mr. Photographer I think I'm ready for my close-up (tonight) Make sure you catch me from my good side (pick one) Is that money in your pocket? Or you happy to see me? The lights pure

Wounded, I'm Wounded I'm battered and broken and bruised All tore up inside over you Wonderin' why you do me like you do You plowed over me like a tractor You used me up and put me out to pasture I'm left to eat your dust Guess you're thinkin' that we

So peaceful inside then I say it more 'cause I'm alive But you see it is It's not everyday you're feeling this joy It's more precious than all your money I feel so peaceful, I feel so peaceful Here I come stud sun Over your head like "oh" I'm sunrise You

You ring me often nightly At precisely nine tight Nigga never off But you were one time like 10 o'clock But that's life B And you are my wifey You look right with your hair to the side Blue jeans, nice shoes and a yellow top Likes tunes from bashment to

("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline") I never have dinner with the President Got damn I'm glad y'all set it off Used to be hard now you're just wet and soft First you was down with the AK And now I see you on a video with Michelle? Lookin' like

It's never too late To live your life The time is now It's do or die Today I saw my hero fall apart The one who taught me to be strong On the outside I look fine But on the inside I am dying My strength is overcome by pain

I've died one million times now I'm buried in the pavement. Lying face down, everything went black before I even closed my eyes And you will never know what hate is To feel your insides burn away and want to end your life to numb the fucking pain So let

But on a sunday morning sun Waste all my time Could I believe you never know Your presence sublime, oh oh I know I need your ever more, oh oh Well I don't, I don't believe in your lovin' When all things sort of fall inside Then I don't, I don't believe

I just arrived (I'm here) No way I'm goin' out sad (No way) That boy is my son (My yute) Copy my style? You're nuts (You're crazy) That means I am his dad (I'm pops) God knows I got it in the bag (The bag) Dem man are stayin' inside (Where?) Comin' like

I'm running low On your love You can see it in my eyes So swollen in time From crying I'm not dealing with myself I'm feeling inside out And I'm frightened I'm over-thinking everything