Fully, completely Bring me back in shackles Exonerate me Hang me long out in the sun Forget about me I recommend measures for ending it Lover, she simply slammed the door She said, "You're going to miss me Wait and you'll see"

I know I know what them girls They wanna talk to ya, so shut up and listen! Cause a ride or die man for his ride or die chick, Gets that ride or die pudding for that ride or die shit!

The storm is on the horizon I'm standing here alone Got a pistol on my hip And it's gonna be some shit If you want it then bring it on See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier And when they asking who I'm is, shit You just tell them that I'm the one (One, one,

Gonna drift to the great wide open Gonna set my spirit free Won't stop till I reach the ocean Gonna break these chains holding me Gonna swim in the coldest river Gonna drink from a mountain spring Deep in the land of the great wide open And let the water

Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh) Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh) I'm wearing my heart like a crown Pretending that you're still around Pretending I'm doing well (ooh ooh) My need is

I like to move it, move it Bop, bop, bop, baa You like to (Ba, bop, bop, bop ba, bop ba) Ring ding ding!

When I need you Wake up I'm pounding on the door Where the hell are you I don't want you Until we see this eye to eye I'm not the man I was before I won't hurt you anymore I'm not sober all the time You bring me down at least you try

I'm hearing shooters loading pistols while I'm brushing my teeth I get so many death threats it's getting normal to me But I bend don't break, I don't ask just take Black gloves, black tape and I don't play nor pray Wake up and take a piss, I hear 'em

The things I used to like, I don't like any more, I want a lot of other things I've never had before, It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored I'm as restless as a willow in a

All the lonely people Where do they all come from? Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church Where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in