Some day you'll know just how it feels Shattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride Like you were never nothing special Made you feel like another spoke in the wheel While you left me there twice before Lord, I question whether I've had my fill Lord, I

Follow my life, homie from start 'til now And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers Only my motherfuckin' momma nigga hold me down Only my motherfuckin' momma nigga holds me down Eleven,

Oh Lord, when will the road run out I'm on the road but I'm in doubt And I don't know why, still I second guess my pace If I stand to lose from winning To find the truth I'm willing To start back at the beginning of the good ol' days The good ol' days

You got the love To see me through Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care" But you've got the love I need I know I can count on you Sometimes it seems the going is just too rough And

White lightnin' hit the family tree But the words were a slurrin' comin' off of her lips Actin' civilzed didn't seem to matter Everybody got to showin' their hiney includin' me Lord I'd never known Granny to take her a sip And it dawned on me It was the

Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah I didn't have you under my tree this Christmas But I had you all over my wish list You're not under my mistletoe The weather outside is cold Lord knows I tried Under my tree this Christmas Oh-oh-oh-oh (Ear drummers)

(If you're troubled) you've just gotta let it go (All your hustles ain't for nothing) You've just gotta take it slow (When you need me, baby) all you do is let me know (If you're worried, baby) you've just gotta let it go Dear Lord, can you take it away

Will you show me the piece of my heart I’ve been missing? So I’ll light up a cigarette I’ll drink it down ‘til there’s nothing left ‘Cause I sure can’t get no sleep And Lord knows there’s no relief You held my heart in your fingertips So now I drown in

My sins from my youth And father, please remove my transgressions Let them blow in the wind like sand 'Cause all of my deeds, you know them Use me as your vessel Shine like the burning candle in the room Lord, don't remember, oh, don't remember Lord,

Lord, I've got to keep on moving Lord, I've got to get on down Where I can't be found Lord, they're coming after me I've been accused for the killin' Lord knows I didn't do For hangin' me, they are willin', yeah, yeah And that's why I've got to get on