Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark Hanging on my necklace, this ain't no ski resort Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fit pick you apart Glowing in the dark, pretty young girls on board Running with the marksmen, everything on point

This morning I made the call The one that ends it all Hanging up,I wanted to cry But dammit,this well's gone dry Not for the money,not for the fame Not for the power,just no more games But now I'm safe in the eye of the tornado I can't replace the

Don't go changing, trying to please me You never let me down before I don't imagine you're too familiar And I don't see you anymore I would not leave you in times of trouble We never could have come this far I took the good times, I'll take the bad times

The way that that summer's just burning my mind It flashes on back so fast, oh The sun don't go, sun don't go down on that On top of the world The edge of a cliff Hands hanging on heaven, I remember the second I tasted your lips Sun don't go down on

Hanging out when it's past time to go Though everyone tried to ignore us We'd scared them all off by the chorus There you stood looking proud What was left of the crowd at our show And I was twenty-two backwoods years old You were singing that night by

She's got a boyfriend anyway Do you say no And this is how it starts You take your shoes off in the back of my van My shirt looks so good When it's just hanging off your back And she said use your hands and my spare time We've got one thing in common

Blacked out, like the clouds hanging over this heart of mine Not a shadow of a doubt, blacked out Blacked out, like it was in 1968 Like Johnny Cash any given day Like a Mach 1 Fastback Mustang These Ray Bans covering up my eyes I won't lie, it hurts like

Caught in a Web Hanging on by a thread Removed from the world Spinning the lies devised in my head I bare all that I am made of now Does this voice the wounds of your soul? You can't heal the wounds of my soul.

From Desolation Row On Desolation Row Selling postcards Of the hanging They're painting The passports brown The beauty parlor Is filled with sailors

One, here's what you do Now my name's Ludacris but please, meet my crew Two, say, there's no time to play Bring a box of Magnums and get blown away, hey Three, there's no changing me I'm a pimp for most and it's plain to see Four, I'm so glad if he made