I'll make you run faster, faster, faster, flashlight Flashlight, get outta my way, get outta my way 'cause I can't lose Flashlight, get outta my way, get outta my way I'm coming through I'll make you run oh, I'll make you run, oh And you think I'm still

Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm coming home again I'm coming home again Maybe we can start again Maybe you, do you remember when? Fireworks at Lake Michigan Oh, now I'm coming home again I met this girl when I was 3 years old And what I

'Cause I got new girls, new problems I won't waste no time thinking about you anymore I won't waste no time talking about you anymore Uhh baby got got another another thing coming You used to say That all it takes is a dollar and a daydream, But now

If you don't look into your mind and find out what you're running from tomorrow might just be another day to run If you just sit and waste your time you'll be going where you're coming from (think about that) tomorrow might be just another day to run

I've been waiting for the day You knew it was coming either way But I'm freer than I've ever been Something that you've never been Why am I waking up out of my sleep Thinking of ya babe You had a hold on me

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't

I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you Don't you see me I And don't you need me I On this night, and in this light I think I'm falling (I think I'm falling), I'm falling for you What time you coming out? We started losing light I'll never make it right

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

This is what, this what they want huh This is what it's all about Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, you kna'mean Niggas coming sideways thinking stuff is sweet man Niggas don't understand the four devils; lust, envy, hate,

I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home I love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks Babe, you are the first thing and the last thing that I'd see I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart I couldn't