That's right, he won't let her out his sight The confidence is the balaclava And it's wrong, wrong, wrong And the daggers are drawn Running off over next doors garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun

Goodbye letter, "dear life" shit What is my meaning? My reason? That's the question Sometimes I feel like I ain't shit Sometimes a nigga feel like shit Talkin’ 'bout some real life shit So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yes) sex is always the answer, it's never a question, Not just a suggestion, if you ask the question, S is for the simple need. E is for the ecstasy. X is just to mark the spot, Cause that's the one you really want. Cause the answer's

Every other weekend I can't tell her I love her I can't tell him I love him Cause there's too many questions and ears in the car So, I don't tell him I miss him I don't tell her I need her She's over me that's where we are He's over me that's where we

You're going to find someone If it's too much pressure, babe Maybe I'm not the one for you, baby If you gotta question me, babe Think of all I've done for you, baby I said I know that That's ready for you Teach me a lesson, babe Teach me a lesson, baby

Who really cares? I just want to ask a question To save a world in despair There'll come a time, when the world won't be singin' Flowers won't grow, bells won't be ringin' Who's willing to try to save a world That's destined to die When I look at the