I know I'm asking to much And you'll never be mine again I'm not gonna find You outside of my door What have you done I hate that you let it end And now that your gone And I can't pretend And not coming back again

Working my money ‘till I get gold When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again Every Friday mornin' 'Cause I can't get enough 100 Percent, yeah, pure grindin' Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The world ain't give me much, I'm

World again you've caught me in a coma And I don't think I wanna Ever come back to this Kinda like it in a coma 'Cause no one's ever gonna Oh make me come back to this Now, I feel as if I'm floating away I can't feel all the pressure, and I like it this

Go ahead and jump I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen Ah, can't you see what I mean? Ah, might as well jump Might as well jump (jump) I get up, and nothin' gets me down

Working my money 'til I get gold Monday-Friday mornin' When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again 'Cause I can't get enough One hundred percent, yeah, pure grindin' Cause I can't get enough Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

That I'm alright Can't say I'm sad to see you go Cause I'm not (No I'm not) Well I'm not With all the things we said And not a minute spent To think that we'd regret So we just take it back Forget the things we swore we meant

Yeah you got my back against the wall I said you got me where you want me again And I can't turn away I'm hanging by thread and I'm feelin' like a fool I'm stuck here in-between The shadows of my yesterday I want to get away I need to get away Now you

Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie can't fail (European home) I went to the place where every white face Is an invitation to robbery And sitting here in my safe European home Don't want to go back there again Rudie come from Jamaica, Rudie can't