Come on now, honey In between the sheets? Don't you want to live with me? I got nasty habits, I take tea at three Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner Must be hung up for a week My best friend, he shoots water rats And feeds them to his geese Don'cha think

She's like a rainbow Coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors ev'rywhere; She combs her hair She comes in colors Have you seen a lady fairer? Have you seen her dressed in blue? See the sky in front of you

You know I've been down for a minute And I've been tryna make my way home My way home, my way home And I done got way, way, way strong But I be on my way home I've been rollin' with 'em hitters And niggas wanna rob me, she wanna rob me My nigga, I've

Get away with your guns now Money money money Root of all evil Trendy Wendy's you know what I mean Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans She watches her street crack 'cause she's no dummy Through rocking the microphone and she's calling me

Tears are rollin' down my face, tears are rollin' down my face Tears are rollin' down my face, now you gotta go, go, go Tried to hide the lies when we touch But in the sheets with no love Say your name so nervously now Kiss in the hallway, fade out Tears

Train kept a-rolling all night long But I just couldn't tell her so But I just couldn't tell her so, no, no, no I said, train kept a-rolling all night long With a heave, and a ho Well, on a train, I met a dame She rather handsome, we kind looked the same

Rolling in the warm sunshine And if I never told you, told you I'm givin' you the rest of my life 'Cause we got the fire tonight And it makes me wanna dance with my baby Just keep on movin' and groovin' to the daylight I'll be right beside you, baby Till

All night long, play it if this your song On the West side tryna feel the breeze On a mission tryna fuck with OHB She say she fell in love with the G in me And she loving, she loving You know I got the homies parked right outside I’m in the blood red

I'm still in the kitchen W-W-West coast dime, you niggas don't want it Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on There's no competition, I'm still in the kitchen You niggas don't want it Nigga, she know you rollin' in some dough With all that ambition The

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still I'm gonna miss you She would never say where she came from Yesterday don't matter if it's gone While the sun is bright Or in the darkest night No one knows, she