How did we get here? Baby, I gotta know On the other side of love Baby, you don't have to keep looking through my phone If something's going on, girl, you'd already know We can't even say two words without a fight anymore You tell me you hate me and I

Al amanecer Are you ready to try again? I think I’m ready Okay, here we go

You better get ready for the war It's so frustratin, so many hatin Somebody gon' make me break the law But I ain't waitin, there's no escapin Look ma top of the world, the best of the best King California, L-A-X Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the

Get ready Marie, get ready Marie Get ready for dreams to come true Get ready Marie, get ready for me There’s so many things we can do She was a pretty good looking young girl And she kissed me in such a way But to get anything, she said show me the ring

This isn't the life for me This isn't the way I want to be And let me tell you Death will come when I'm good and ready Just consider me your friend I am until the end Can I guarantee you life? I don't think I can I am your spoken truth

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

He's just a singer, a natural born guitar ringer Kind of a clinger to sad old songs He's not a walk-behinder, he's a new note finder But his name's a reminder Of a blues man that's already gone So he started drinkin', took some things that messed up his

You put your arms around me and I'm home And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me I

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

It ain't love that I'm chasin' but I'm runnin' just in case There's trouble where I'm going but I'm gonna go there anyway I hate Sunday mornings 'cause they always seem to start this way I'm looking for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes Guess I