So I wish I could trade hearts with you So I can feel the same way you do 'Cause there's some things I just don't understand Like how hard a woman loves a man Touch me 'til I feel your love all mine You say I don't have any time to try and keep you

See a man don't have to die to go to hell Well he yelled out from the back row look here preacher man We all know you're new here but you need to understand It don't really scare us when you yell and shake your fist You see we already know that hell

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

Being a low life 'Cause I'm a low life, and I'm lovin' it No you can't change something that you don't understand Livin' it up, livin' it up I got the whole damn world in the palm of my hand I'm a low life, so fucking deal with it I'm livin' it up,

Music do music do And then it's reaching Inside you forever preaching Fuck you too Your screams will whisper A lonely life where no one understands you But don't give up because the music do Because the music do Hang on you

It may not mean nothing to y'all, But understand nothing was done for me, So I don't plan on stopping at all, I want this s*** forever mayne, ever mayne, ever mayne, I'm shutting s*** down at the mall, And telling every girl she the one for me, And I

It'd be better for us if you don't understand They don't know how old I am They found armor in my belly Then I found a place it's dark and it's rotted It's a cool, sweet kinda place Where the coppers won't spot it However, everyday I'm dumping the body

Baby don't go, ah Baby don't go Body language she's a poet That she doesn't even know it Girl you keep them like ooh ooh Shawty so incredible Little mama understands The way you do the things you do Nobody else can

Standing with an army I'm standing with an army When I'm with you When I'm with you (when I'm with you) Yet you understand Yeah like no one can We both know what they say about us But they don't stand a chance because I know that I've been messed up

In the ghetto On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The child needs a