Don't take it away Your grace (your grace) I'm not ready to be just another of your mistakes Don't wanna let the pieces fall out of place I was only just a breath removed from going to waste 'Til I found salvation in the form of your I got nothing but

Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see 'em again till the fourth of July I knew a lady who came from Duluth She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to

Do you know the enemy? Do you know your enemy? Well, gotta know the enemy Violence is an energy Silence is an enemy Overthrow the effigy The vast majority Against your urgency So rally up the demons of your soul

Now you're just somebody that I used to know But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop

Oh I've got a woman now As she mistakes my name I see the light come around And strange as it seems I'm bursting at the seams Her wallet photos don't turn me on I feel her hand come around And her stone-wash denim jeans are darker than they seemed She

I wanna be your endgame I wanna be your first string I wanna be your endgame, endgame Big reputation, big reputation I wanna be your A Team And you heard about me, ooh I got some big enemies And I heard about you, ooh You like the bad ones too

Louie, Louie, Louie, pack up the Louie I gotta pack, gotta pack up the Louie And I can’t leave a thing behind Gotta pack, gotta pack up the Louie For every different change of mind I got a pocket for every reason Every season be another day I love my

Ticket to the moon Remember the good old 1980's When things were so uncomplicated I wish I could go back there again And everything could be the same I've got a ticket to the moon I'll be leaving here any day soon Yeah, I've got a ticket to the moon But

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all (Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with

Cold turkey has got me on the run Temperature's rising Fever is high Can't see no future Can't see no sky My feet are so heavy So is my head I wish I was a baby I wish I was dead