Can't stop what's going on Why am I born Will I fail to rise again Another crucifixion for Another holy war The only one I will bring back Freedom to your heart

And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street Going back to the corner where I first saw you Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move 'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me And your heart starts to wonder

Mary, Mary, why you want to do me this way Mary, Mary, why you want to do me this way? I was dumb enough not to settle down when you wanted to Now I'm sittin' here going crazy trying to crawl back to you But I was smart enough to come to my senses Be who

I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go. Walking is most too slow. I'm going back to the border Woman, where I'm better known. You know you haven't done nothing, I'm gonna leave here running Drove a good man away from home. When the moon

Who am I to tell me who I am? Let's take it back and take in every moment Who are we to wonder where we're going? But who are we to wonder where we're going? I had my first crush in season two She passed me notes and filled our hands with glue And in my

Is anyone there at all? So look at me in the eye ('Cause I'm not leaving) You say you wanna, but do you wanna run away Where're you going? Always running back to me to call it quits again 'Cause I'm not dreaming 'Cause I'm not leaving Is anyone, yeah, is

Tear down these walls for me It's not too late for me Stop me from going under You are the only one who knows I'm holding back To keep from sinking further I'm trying to find my way out

Name another nigga hot I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I’m just honest A hundred thousand on watches I’m just honest Coupes all on coupes, I’m just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain’t never going back to what we used to

Hey there, lady Come and tell me something, say something (yeah) Is it something or nothing, yeah You going back and forth, back and forth, back and forth Yeah, yeah, girl I'm older than you You cannot play me, you a baby I'm not fooled by the money that

I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin' to the rap inventor ***** wit the game