(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Lord knows I need something to fill this void Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know And I'm really happy about it And I'm not

God knows at least we try Oh, God knows We will get up and grow We can make it just in time We'll march on 'Cause every time when we fall Oh, oh, God I know I won't be on my own Even birds don't fly alone

I've been on the grind tryna find my way People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay People tell me I should let my light get away Heaven knows that I'm gonna make it one day People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay (yeah) We gon' let this shit

I'm gonna be with you And I don't care what they say I wanna be with you And I don't care what they do And no one knows 'Cause you'll never know what its like to walk in our shoes And no one know, the things we've been through Can never measure up to

There's a line where the sky meets the sea and it calls me But no one knows, how far it goes All the time wondering where I need to be is behind me I'm on my own, to worlds unknown Every turn I take, every trail I track Is a choice I make, now I can't

Why don't you hate me? I'll be the first there And I'll be the last there I'm not gonna last here I'm not gonna last long Everyone hates me, but nobody knows me Where did the time go, could somebody show me? Get in and ride slow, you know where I'm going

How lucky am I that I get to love this girl? I get to see that side of her that no one knows but me She's a one of a kind It's a one and a million chance that I would find her hand in mine It's crazy I'm the lucky guy, the guy that gets to love this girl

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

Without a friend like you Dude, I love you, bro, I love you W-w-w-w-what would I do? Man, I love you You are my favorite, I'm not ashamed to admit Cause I do, dude, I do You're my homie, no one knows me like you know me What would I do without a friend

You're just the last of the real ones (You're just the last of the real ones) 'Cause you're the last of a dying breed Write our names in the wet concrete I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me I'm here in search of your glory There's been a