Dancing through our house With the ghost of you So I drown it out like I always do With a shot of truth And I chase it down To know things like love Too young, too dumb Here I am waking up Still can't sleep on your side

Me, got it out the mud, they respect that Me, always spread the love when I get back You, got your hand out, that's a bitch move You, always complaining like a bitch do Me, still right here with who I came with Me, self-made, my circles on the same shit

Where the streets have no name It's all I can do We're beaten and blown by the wind Where the streets have no name, oh oh We're still building then burning down love Burning down love And when I go there, I go there with you Blown by the wind I want to

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

In our hearts without chains Don't bring this love down I wish time was still We'd stay right here And if time was still Do you know that fever I know? With time to kill We'd have no fear Or scars to heal

We were born to be together And it hurts like hell To be torn apart To be thrown around I could only be myself with you around Oh, with you around And now there’s nothing left for me to think about Whoa, to think about.

You (ah ah ah ah ah ah) And I'll fly with you, I'll fly with you, I'll fly with you I just don't care what you've done in your life Baby, I'll always be here by your side Don't leave me waiting too long, please come by I, I, I, I still believe in your

We'll be outlaws You'll never face a judge without me You'll never battle the gavel alone And if they lock us away Then I'll be still here Partners in crime I'm Bonnie you can be Clyde

Still you wonder Who's cheatin' who, who's being true Who don't even care anymore It makes you wonder Who's doing right with someone tonight And who's car is parked next door Everywhere you look you can write a book On the trouble of a woman and a man

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with