Do you love me? Saturday comes slow Or is there nothing there? Lost in the magic From the last time This town turning My rose to desire In the limestone caves In the south west lands

Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out You cop it live, boy I got it all on film Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk No you

Step by step I'm pushing through this (All of you get away from me) Pushing through Eye for an eye I'm pushing through this Tooth for a tooth I'm pushing through this Through you I'm turning my back on this killing so small

Every time that you get undressed I hear symphonies in my head Is it weird that I hear And the trumpets they go Yeah the trumpets they go Da da, da ra ra da, da, da Da, ra, ra, ra, da, da Trumpets when you’re turning me on? Turning me on

Just try and stop me, try and stop me, ooh Come on watch me, watch me So if you can't come move I'm on a new trip A rocket to the moon ship I feel like turning up the music Come on watch me, watch me, watch me

Slit my wrists, take away the pain Slit my throat, everyone's to blame Lost in the fields of confusion Restless nights, they're not far away I came here for something and I'm not turning back A calm piece of mind but you still hold my keys Keeping my

Set the ball a-rollin' I'll be clicking off the miles On the Train of Consequences My boxcar life of style My thinking is derailed I'm tied up to the tracks The Train of Consequences There ain't no turning back I'm doing you a favor

'Cause you've been running circles 'round My mind, turning me inside out And I fell for you but hit the ground 'Cause the only love I've known has let me Down and I need lifting up Now you ain't here I'm sleeping rough And I'm praying I can pray enough

Depression and obsession don't mix well Hollywood motels Hell, I think I'm just obsessed with you I'm poisoned and my body don't feel well I hate her, it's hard to love how I feel my stomach turning Make out hill, where we met We let our lips do all the

Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm