Who want to get involved with us? Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you ain't hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it Break

Look what I did Look what you've done When I ventured In the jungle Listen I ain't going back I guess I made the right choice It's all in the head Master it then, done I ain't from Miami

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

Baby this ain't working, it's a labor of love Its a full time job, the work's never done Twenty-four seven, it's a labor of love Yeah, everything I got, it's all about us I wanna die in your arms, hearing you say my name I know where this is going when I

You ain't made love this good in a long time I wanna love tonight Out of all the damn girls in the world, I done ended up with you I'm talkin' all the bad bitches in the world and I ended up with you I could have been far along with someone else than you

For the sinner, God is ready God is ready, when you're ready We don’t need no truth, got planted now It grows on trees I don’t let it or 8 side loose There’s no saint and there’s no sinner Done more dirt than these I know that we can do more right that

I'm so damn lonely Sloe gin, sloe gin Tryin' to wash away the pain inside Well, I'm sick and I'm all done in And ain't even high I hate to go home alone But what else is new And I'm standin' in the rain And I feel like I'm gonna cry

Every day I'll wait Every day, every day I'll wait Woke up home half drunk Got a feeling we ain't done No one's gonna know you better 'Cause I was your first one Back when we were so young I know we still wake up together Yeah, I'll stay

That she's ever done But loving me's the craziest thing Way back when She did a hundred and ten In her dad's old Chevrolet And she once climbed Way up high To paint her name on a water tank

Paints a trace of sadness Sweet, sweet is the night When the day is done and there's nowhere to run And the people of the city have all lost and won In your city dress you stand and stare And you smoke another cigarette and comb your hair And the light