God gave me you for the days of doubt There are no words here left to say, it's true 'Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs For when I think I've lost my way God gave me you, gave me you God gave me you for the ups and downs I've been a walking

All I'm trying to say is I thank you (you) Unwritten for all that you've given Forgiving, I'm driven I thank you (you) All I gotta say I never said that I had it all figured it out I never said, I never said that I live my days without doubt I swear all

What are we gonna do If we lose that fire If we start to doubt, if that fire goes out I don't wanna lose you To some bullshit hurt that could've been helped I'm trying to tell you something That good good heart is your greatest wealth So what are we

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Be like this (False prophets) Yeah, false prophets Yeah, life is a balance You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss No doubt you see these niggas trippin' Ego in charge of

You said it once before You don't do those things you used to anymore, You say in doubt, we're fading out Forgetting who we used to be. Cause I will bring you down, I don't want to miss, I don't think you can handle this, You've lost what you can't find,

There's truth in your lies Doubt in your faith So I, I won't be the one Be the one to leave this And you, you will be alone Alone with all your secrets And regrets

Blacked out, like the clouds hanging over this heart of mine Not a shadow of a doubt, blacked out Blacked out, like it was in 1968 Like Johnny Cash any given day Like a Mach 1 Fastback Mustang These Ray Bans covering up my eyes I won't lie, it hurts like

Gotta get me some. And it turns out she's got everything I want, but all rolled into one. She smokes a little home grown, drinks a little Cuervo. Still a little down home, there was never a doubt. You know, she's got everything I want, but all rolled

She likes to shake her ass She grinds it to the beat She likes to pull my hair, when I make her grind her teeth I like to strip her down She's naughty 'til the end You know what she is, no doubt about it She's a bad bad girlfriend! My girlfriend's a dick

We're back again Let's make a toast, come raise your glasses high To every one of you who doubted us To every one of us since "karma's a bitch right"