Ain't nothing more important than the mula (The mula) Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah Ain't nothing more important than the mula Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me I'm with my shooter

I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over In my best clothes I won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November I'm the new blue blood, I'm the great white hope I'm the new blue blood This is nothing like it was in my

I'm giving up on love 'cause love's given up on me Well I'm giving up on love 'cause love's given up on me I'm waitin' on the sun to set 'cause yesterday ain't over yet I started smoking cigarettes there's nothing else to do I guess Dusty roads ain't

When I'm not with you Nothing ever feels good When I'm not with you, I'm not me I'm not in control of what I do, it's not me When I'm not with you, it's not me I come back to the places where we found us I'm not in control of what I do We're somewhere in

Sometimes I cry When I can't do nothing else There are days that I can walk around like I'm alright And I pretend to wear a smile on my face And I could keep the pain from comin' out of my eyes But sometimes, sometimes, Everybody keeps tellin' me to move

Our love is lying there Lying by your side Murdered by the lies you told now you’re the one who cries And your tears rain down Rain down your face And falling on the pillows in the bed you made You left me nothing now it’s all I’ve got, for you Goodbye,

I know the only one for me can only be you My arms won't free you, my heart won't try Each time I look at you is like the first time Each time you're near me the thrill is new And there is nothing that I wouldn't do for The rare delight of the sight of

The summer wind The summer wind came blowin' in from across the sea It lingered there, to touch your hair and walk with me All summer long we sang a song and then we strolled that golden sand Two sweethearts and the summer wind Like painted kites, those

We're going to shoot you But don't get the wrong idea And there's nothing in your head or pocket Throat or wallet You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound That could change just how this

Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' I ain't worried 'bout nothin' Ain't worried 'bout nothin' Ridin' round with that work Strapped up with that Nina Got two bad bitches with me Molly and Aquafina Money don't mean nothing Niggas don't feel you when they