Oh, I'm a master pretender I'll be your master defender Never thought that I was weak Always thought I could get hurt pretty bad Still get up on my own two feet I always believed that I was free That I had some sense of integrity That would rise above

Woke up this morning, my baby was gone I ain't got nobody stayin' home with me Since my baby's been gone I felt so bad, my baby's gone My baby she's gone, I'm in misery Well baby, I'm all alone Yeah, baby, I'm all alone I ain't no lovin'

They made rules for fools, so get wise Where were you last night? Dear mummy, dear daddy, You had plans for me, I was your only son. And long before this baby boy could count to three, You knew just what he would become.

I'm just second hand news When times go bad And let me do my stuff I'm just second hand news yeah When times go rough Won't you lay me down in tall grass I know there's nothing to say Someone has taken my place I know I got nothin' on you

Tie my hands What am I gonna be What have I done so bad What is my destiny What am I supposed to see We are at war With the universe The sky is falling And the only thing that can save us now

I'm bad for you love, but I'm your cigarette So baby come and get it right now, now, now I can take you higher, then low, low, low All up on my body, boy go down, down Come and get it right now Come and get it right now, now So go on and smoke that shit

For a very, very, long-long time I've been on my motherfuckin' grind Yeah, so I deserve to ball like Kobe Yeah, got a bad ori in the back Yeah, and I don't fuck with no new niggas We've been homies for a long-long time She say she love me, love me,

And I want you to be my acrobat, I want you to be my lover Oh there were others who would treat you cruel Stepped into my life from a bad dream Oh little Jeannie, you got so much love, little Jeannie And you take it where it strikes and give it to the

I wanna throw my hands up high And forget who I used to be And get a taste of your luxury You don't wanna cry tears with me (tears) You just wanna keep sighin' (sighin') Sometimes I wonder if you're bad for me (you're bad) But that's what keeps me

I try to untie Manhattan So lit up, lit up, lit up alright Lit up, lit up, lit up alright I try to untie 'Cause you're the low life of the party, bad blood Bad blood for everybody I'm in control and I believe My bodyguard shows her revolver to anyone who