Bring all my people with me I've got my hands on it, I've gotta find a way I've got my hands on it, I've gotta find a way out Hands by your side Keep your hands by your side Your hands by your side (soon will be your time) Deeper in and deeper still use

If you still want me, please forgive me, The crown of love has fallen from me. You gotta be the one, You gotta be the way, They say it fades if you let it, Love was made to forget it. I carved your name across my eyelids, You pray for rain I pray for

I’m like hallelujah! Praise God, almighty, the most high, alpha and omega in the sky Let a mothafucka like this live Strollin' down the highway Yeah, lemme show 'em what I gotta give Do it your way This is beyond the flesh With my mind ablaze

I just want to touch and kiss And I wish that I could be with you tonight You give me butterflies inside, inside and I All you gotta do is walk away and pass me by Don't acknowledge my smile when I try to say hello to you, yeah And all you gotta do is

You can't hurt me now I surrender You can't hurt me now, I'm gone from you You can't reach me where I've gone to I surrender Same cycle happen every day Same characters same play My game plan's become clear Gotta find a way out of here There ain't no

This time it's my way, ah, my way This is not a love song This is not a sing along But ladies, are you with me? I know that you're with me Add a little sugar, they say Be a little sweeter, they say Gotta give and take, but I say Be a little proper, they

I just don't belong here, I hope you understand We might find a place in this world someday But at least for now, I gotta go my own away You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am (I'm trying to understand) I gotta go my own away Troy, listen I

You can't hurt me now I surrender You can't hurt me now, I'm gone from you You can't reach me where I've gone to I surrender Same cycle happen every day Same characters same play My game plan's become clear Gotta find a way out of here There ain't no

Gotta find my way back home I've been way too long War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf Past the racism and fake-ism Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs You other rappers mad