I guess I wanna know how you feel, yeah How you feel, yeah Ooh (how you feel about me, how you feel) I guess I'm tryna know how you feel How you feel about me, feel Haven't smiled in awhile But yesterday was too wild All my thoughts are so proud I'm

Trapped in my pain Fight to keep myself sane Tortured by these dark dreams Thoughts from hell arise Do I wanna let silence die? Kill myself to survive Silent I scream Silent scream

Loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded You know my pockets loaded You know my diamonds frozen You know my My diamonds, they frozen Ooh, pockets loaded Diamond chain, they glowing And they showing Money on my thoughts

I hope I don't make you mad With what I'm bout to say boy Here we are once again And I'm having second thoughts boy I'm not messing with you head But I changed my mind boy I don't know why I'm here At the same time I want you near

I won't give up Don't talk of giving up I won't give it up--Love this world And still I find you No thoughts of giving up oh no no no no no If there should be the faintest traces Of you in my summer sky My heart would pound and race And people ask me why

In my daddy's El Camino, In her driveway in the rain, Starrin' through that windshield I could see my future change, And my heart hit like a hammer, And my thoughts were runnin' wild, Any fool can make a baby, but it takes a man, to raise a child. She

As I aim for that bright white day Conflict serum is my aura It seems that life's so fragile I guess I'll fly some other time I lack from superhighway thoughts Won't live as long as the city lights Soaked by underwater times Electric splash on a midnight

Crying lightning And twisted and deranged Your past-times, consisted of the strange And I hate that little game you had called Outside the cafe by the cracker factory You were practicing a magic trick And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed On

Miss America, petty thoughts Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge Green dollars

Young love would keep us young I thought we were done And young love would keep us young (Why do I keep falling) I thought we were done (Why do I keep falling) And young love would keep us young Tell my thoughts to resign And lift you from my mind I'm