And I don't care it's obvious I just can't get enough of you The pedal's down, my eyes are closed Beside you I’m my loaded gun I can't contain this anymore I'm all yours I've got no control

Get me out of here I've been lost in the dark All this evil, sanctified You're not alone, you're not the only one Overcrowded in your brain You'll find a way out or you will fall I'm locked inside me No control over anything I'm dying to learn, I'm dying

Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, do he live No the nigga dies Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt Desperado, do work for

Layla, you've got me on my knees. Layla, I'm begging, darling please. Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind. What'll you do when you get lonely And nobody's waiting by your side? You've been running and hiding much too long. You know it's just

I saw the news this morning And saw your face across the screen And as I poured my coffee, I picked up a magazine But as I turned the page And looked inside There you were again (there you were) Oh these lonely times

Be wary of a woman A woman so fine Don't wanna change you Loves you just right Makes you feel like a man inside Sometimes she'll make you cry Till you don't know what your doing Your out of control Forget about leaving your heart wont go If don't like

Yeah, I'm gonna regret it I can't quit you, I can't quit you We're heading deep inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet But I can't hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine I know I'm gonna regret it Gonna regret it And you say that I'm the

It’s ‘bout to go down ah yeah Baby, you're gonna get your wish tonight Lay it down, right here Scream my name, baby I love you Wherever you are, I’ll be right by your side tonight Imma do you wrong in the right way If you wearing panties taking 'em of

It's your fuckin' birthday (oh, birthday) It's a fuckin' celebration (oh oh) Tonight we celebrate Seems like time's out of our control It's a celebration, oh oh To be, to feel, and fill That emptiness inside you Petty bullshit shouldn't excite you On

Branded forearm Got the disease in my mind that chaos runs through in you Guilty toys for your insides Just plead and I'll conduct you Believe in me, I'm the juice Receive from me the hand of truth In still your trust I'll take you there I penetrate and