Tell me how you feel 'bout a nigga coming thru on a 4am flex shawty We done came down off a mission now its time for the 4am flex shawty Leaving round 2, did the mission round 3, you the 4am flex shawty I'm on my way right now, on the 4am flex yeah You

We'll be coming back for you one day Standing in the light till it's over, out of our minds Someone had to draw a line I don't even care if I know you, out of our minds Sad to leave it all behind Are we ever gonna feel the same? And we all do it all

It's such a crying, crying, crying shame It's such a tight game Will it ever stop? It's such a crying, crying crying shame How will this all play out? Both sides out of mind now By now we should know how to communicate instead of coming to blows We're on

Who am I, who am I Without you, without you? What are you running from? You're back for a minute and you're gone And I wanna know where it's coming from Where this is coming from And I wanna know what you're running from Hold me up to the light Tell me

Sexual (hallucination) This is what I crave It's my obsession, possession began (Physical, psychical, illumination) Intoxication, fascination (There's no denying) There's no coming down (Higher ground) (Out of body)

Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead There's something inside me It's, it's coming out I feel like killing you Let loose the anger, held back too long My blood runs cold Through my anatomy, dwells

You've got another thing comin' Out there is a fortune waiting to be had If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by You're thinkin' like a fool 'cause it's a case of do or die If you think I'll let you go you're mad One life I'm gonna live it up

Never coming down When the sun goes down, stars come out It's a, can you feel it? Wanna take you by the hand, dancing with my pals Sit around, round, round It was so high, we can paint the sky And I swear we're never, ever, ever coming down Ooh yeah it's

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

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