Take me to Texas I’m a child of the Alamo and the Yellow Rose Take me to Texas, on the open range The Rio Grande is in my veins It’s heaven there and so my prayer Is that you’ll take me anywhere in Texas The only home I know So when I go Two hundred

Cut you like a razor blade She won't cut you like a knife, like a knife That little look in her eyes'll You're blindfolded walking South down the whiskey tracks She's rolling north like a neon train Bolt of lightning in the night Speed of light, you

You and I will not be shaken By the winter sound But my voice is suffocating Ah-ah-ooh-ow In the winter sound Stop, you're cold against the skin You take me in your arms when walls are closing in, ooh-ooh And I run, I run, I run, awakening my heart But

And they never fly Something's changed track Reach up from the waves You'll find that you're only waving goodbye You're only waving I went back to Boston Back to the city of lost love I went back to the place And recognized your face in the stone long

Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight Baby, ev'rything is all right, uptight, out of sight I'm a poor man's son, from across the railroad tracks, The only shirt I own is hangin' on my back, But I'm the envy of ev'ry single guy Since

What, yeah, yeah Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof With my nigga Bud'da, on the track Golden State Warriors.. Eatin every rapper on the plate Huh, feel me I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh

Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to Nature, ja rule, reptile come on Bring the heat. Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain Stuck with a thousand street hustlers Down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I

Well I won't be caught living in a dead end job While praying to my government guns and gods Now it's us against them We're here to represent To spit right in the face of the establishment. And now I don't believe (ain't got no faith in nothing) Stand on

She got rhythm, Got that rhythm,of the road She get crazy, Ah but ah,she just looking good. She ain't waiting til she gets older, Her feet are making tracks in the winter snow, She got a rainbow that touches her shoulder, She be headed where the thunder

You got it, you got it bad When you're on the phone Hang up and you call right back If you miss a day without your friend Your whole life's off track You know you got it bad when you're stuck in the house You don't wanna have fun It's all you think about