Tell me when it kicks in All the voices in my mind Calling out across the line And I saw scars upon her I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream So tell me when it kicks in Broken hearted Broken heart How'd I get so faded

When love was still around One day before it all came crashing down And I can hear the sirens still calling your name And I can see the ashes rise up from the flames It's easy to think twice A choice can change your life And I can see the flashing lights

And we were bound to the citylife Flashlights when we’re falling into the night Focused on what you feel Just when you were calling her love that day When we were young souls On the junk-yard Now we are stunned minds Full of junk-goods But I feel your

Could this be love That I hear calling There was a young girl Ridin' on the wind She had all of the answers Didn't need to pretend I remember - she was the only friend I ever needed Now I wonder

Forever changed, Nothing ever stays the same Forever named, Forever changed She remembers the nights he’d come calling His yellow silk tie In love she saw him falling for her in the fire of July Then one day as the nights grew longer Blackberry winter in

We're smelling honey suckle on the river bank Fireflies, sweet tea, in the summer rain Pouring all the way, all the way, down Cherry red lips calling out my name Two-ton Ford and that parking brake Pushed all the way, all the way down Dash light dripping

Daytrip took it to ten I got hoes calling a young nigga phone Where's Ali with the motherfucking dope? (bitch, bitch) I be ballin' like a mo'fuckin' pro (like a, huh, like a, huh) I be ballin' like my nigga Mo (Bamba, bitch) Sheck Wes, I ain't a

Where did my baby go? I wonder where she ran off to I miss my baby so Please tell that girl if you meet her That someone's longing to see her I wish that she would get back soon (get back soon) I'm calling but I can't get through I'm searching for the

And when she call me I might pick up I pull up on her, paint a picture I know you want me to be witcha But, baby I can't take no pictures She want Balmain, baby them is small things I'm balling, I might pull up when she calling No small change, walking

Inside the Sad Cafe. Inside the Sad Cafe Out in the shiny night The rain was softly falling The tracks that ran down the boulevard Had all been washed away Out of the silver light the past came softly calling And I remember the times we spent Oh it