Woman I'm troubled, I be all worried in mind And I just can't keep from cryin' Well I'm goin' away to leave Won't be back no more Goin' back down south, child Don't you want to go? Well baby I just can't be satisfied Well I feel like snappin' Pistol in

Ayo blast that shit, Max Blast that shit back if you blastin' I've been kicked when I was down None of that shit matter now Everything will be okay Man, just stay up out my way Skit around ends with the bros and I'm kitted to the toes If I touch studio

Can you believe me when I say, there's nothing I like better, Than just to sit here and talk with you. Although I'll rant and I'll rave about one thing and another The beauty of it is, hope you'll agree, though I'm a poor boy, I can still be happy, As

We were running with the night Playing in the shadows The heart of the city street was beating Light from the neons turned the dark to day We were too hot to think of sleeping We had to get out before the magic got away Just you and I, 'til the morning

We went to the beach And we went to the beach Every year, the middle of June We crammed into that Astro van Tighter than a can of sardines We fought in the back And dad got mad And mama rolled the windows down "Y'all smell the salt of the beach?"

Je ne suis pas celle qu'on impressionne Pas celle qu'on impressionne I'm not that girl, boy Pas celle qui se croit au-dessus de toi Pas celle qui joue le rôle qu'elle n'a pas Si fragile parfois mais je reste moi I'm not that girl No, I'm not that girl

Than a jukebox and a bar One pushes me up the mountain And one rolls me down the hill And your incandescent notions As for me and my barely-beating heart There's no better prescription They can make cars drive themselves And prove time-travel ain't crazy

You know that's not the way that it's supposed to be Oh no, no no no no I never want to see you crying over me Treating your love like I don't response Time in deed, caught up on me Trapped in your tears Please set me free I plea Making you feel like

Take me down to the paradise city Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Oh won't you please take me home So far away Take me home, yeah yeah Take me home (oh won't you please take me home) Take me home Just a urchin livin' under the street

I'm just a horse on the moor I'm just a horse with no name He means to ride me on, He sees a battle he don't want to face alone I bolt upwards and shake him off my back He falls to his knees, on to a bloody track Well I can't be your horse any more