'Cause you've been running circles 'round My mind, turning me inside out And I fell for you but hit the ground 'Cause the only love I've known has let me Down and I need lifting up Now you ain't here I'm sleeping rough And I'm praying I can pray enough

Hangin' around (ooh) Hangin' around Make me sweat, sweat Breaking out a fever, I get cranky So hot, hot Damn hot, shakes and I get shake, shake How you spin, hit the door Get myself on down the road I picked my clothes up off the floor

Find out what she's puttin' down I won't even call I won't even write I'm checking on my baby So many nights and days Well, I've been out of town Well, I caught me a plane Flew back that same night Checking on my baby

Flying high in the friendly sky Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no Rest of the folks are tired and weary Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies down. I go the place where danger awaits me And it's bound to forsake me. So stupid minded. I can't

And ain't it crazy, crazy, she happened to me? She calls me baby, baby, hard to believe That she's, yea she's with me Ain't she amazing, amazing, out of my league? Top of the mountain and all the way down When I'm lost and when I'm found In the day, in

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a Unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High,

You wanna scream and shout They only come out at night She said I can't slow down If I wanted to We live for this shit, yeah We truly do I know you do Oh, I know you do I know you do too

You've chased down every last mile Show me the way back home 'Cause I've been out there running For way too long And all that I've learned And just when you think There's always another one I need someone to show me the way back home So many lost souls

Na-na-na-na-na-nanana So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself Leave it to beaver, America

Maybe I like that I'm not alright I like to stare at the sun And think about what I've done I lie awake in my great escape I like crossing the line Its for losing my mind Are you okay 'Cause I feel fine Maybe its me