Driven up and down in circles Skidding down a road of black ice Staring in and out storm windows Driven to a fool's paradise But it's my turn to drive Driven to the margin of error Driven to the edge of control Driven to the margin of terror Driven to

That's my house and that's my car There's the window to the room Where she lays her pretty head I planted that tree out by the fence Not long after we moved in That's my kids and that's my wife Who's that man, runnin' my life Turn left at the old hotel I

My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go You can run for your life when I stick 'e, out the window I lay your ass out motherfucker is simple Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my little friend Everywhere I go I gotta tag along Cause my buzz

You better watch out I remember it was late one night In the middle of a dream Woke up in a pool of sweat Thought I heard a scream Ran over to the window sill Stuck my head out for a peek Dressed in black was a man I didn't recognise

You like it, I love it Complexion (two-step) Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love) It all feels the same (it's a Zulu love) Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you

'Cause everything just goes away my friend And every king knows it to be true And every kingdom must one day come to an end The birds still sing outside these These windows where we sat together Like nothing ever happened here oh The white house on the

Baby, I'm dreamin Someday I'll find her And I'm still reminded Maybe she's best in dreams She's still the best I've seen Out on her windowsill Baby remember Maybe I'm out of luck

Step out, step out of the sun When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound? On the outside, always looking in Will I ever be more than I've always been? 'Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass

We gon' wake yo' dog up out that cash, huh (brr) Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh (with no mask) You don't wanna see my lil' nigga in yo' grass, huh (in yo' grass) Hangin' all out the window, swingin' that Mac (boom boom boom) Leave 'em with some

Ooh lookin' back at what I left behind I'd rather be an albatross flying high And in the tail winds looking back at what I left behind Another windowless room Riding the blue Out the window a patchwork quilt how we build how we move From place to place