The smoking gun is what I’ve found The dirt I have on you is the ground Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy Now the truth is a ball and chain Holding my conscience to the flame Covered up, but still I know The secret of the life you’re

You'll try and come back when you famous Dogs on this side, dogs over on this side Yes, I'm hurting, yes, I'm jaded (jaded) You wanna hit me up when you make it (Back around, back around) You wanna get with me, stop (playin') Leaving me (leavin' me)

I don't need my drugs, we could be more than just part-time lovers We could be more than just part-time lovers Can you hear me? S.O.S. Help me put my mind to rest I can feel your love pullin' me up from the underground, and I can feel your touch pickin'

Whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever Whatever we want Whatever whatever Let’s call it Take me on a roller coaster Round and round and up and over Hold me close I’m ready for the ride Our love needs no name We got a thing we can’t explain

She want me, I ain't want her, ooh She want me to be her boo You so silly, don't get it confused Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh Big bank, we gettin' paid over here Broke niggas, go stand over there Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there

I'd pick you up and carry you 'cross every stream I see And I'd bundle you in kindness Until you cling to me We'd sit beneath strong branches My arms would twine around I'd turn your green to emerald And give you gold all over the ground If I had you at

Raise our voices up, lay our flowers down Only love can lift us now We find our common thread Over tear-stained ground People come and gather round Oh, lay 'em down Candle wax, like a river on the concrete Fears will fly if you let them Patterned-leather

No we can't go home like this Say you wanna leave, wanna leave When the bed's half-made and the light's blown out We can build our fate over hollow ground Open up the cage, let the birds fly out Like, like, like, like 'Cause we can't go home like this

But stand back John, that’s the size I wear She was round in the places she’s supposed to be round Now you can take the waitress or the blonde over there Stand back John, that’s the size I wear She was five foot two, about ninety-five pounds You can take

You should be here, standing with your arm around me here Cutting up, cracking a cold beer Saying cheers, hey y'all it's sure been a good year It's one of those moments, that's got your name written all over it You should be here Aw you should be here