Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

No more (sad songs) I'm beggin', please, don't play No more sad songs For tonight, I'm going to get my mind off it Don't care that someone's got his hands all over my body Stay out all night, go where the music is loud So I don't have to think about it

'Cause everyday we oughta have pesos This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll Gun cock Gun shot, gonna lick a boy Gun clock Gun shot, gone a little boy I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell my nigga split the bitch and we

She's right on the money She goes direct to my heart When it comes to lovin' me She's everything I need, bulls eye-perfect Got a little story for you (bet it's about a woman) Let's begin with the day I met her And how fast this good ol' boy's world got

Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the

Don't you think I'm lone, lonely enough? God, now how much more do I have to hurt? God, you don't know the sadness of this place You've got the angels and the saints So give me back my love, love How far down do you wanna see me go, tell me? It's been a

Say you'll never let me go Deep in my bones I can feel you Take me back to a time when we knew We could waste the night with an old film Smoke a little weed on the couch in the backroom Take it slow but it's not typical

You were always on my mind Little things I should have said and done I just never took the time You were always on my mind (you were always on my mind) Maybe I didn't love you Quite as often as I could have And maybe I didn't treat you Quite as good as I

And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no no no I'm a rocket man Burnin' out his fuse Up there alone She packed my bags last night, pre-flight

How did I ever let you go? Is it worth the pain, with no one to blame? For all of my insecurities Never understood how she could, Mean so little to so many Why does she mean everything to me? Questioning her good intention Jealousy's a bad invention When