The sky is crying, Can you see the tears roll down the street. I my baby early one morning She was walking on down the street I got a real, real fine feeling That my baby she don't love me no more I've been looking for my baby And I've been wondering

Or have they forgot what it was that they made Forgive me I am only a maid They dance like sirens, hoping the sun would come out again And I was born in the fog of that day Can they hear a babe over all the faith, Crawled out of the fog, found a river,

But right now I'm on this lake shore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite Yeah, I'm gonna miss her And I love to fish

Sincerely, Me 'Cause all that it takes is a little reinvention It’s easy to change if you give it your attention All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be Then everything might be alright Dear Evan Hansen We've been way too out of

You gotta be be good to me I'm gonna be be good to you We'll be happy as can be Just gotta be be good to me, baby! I've been hurt before I'm gonna be be good so tell me that you're gonna be good too I'll pick you up at seven

I just arrived (I'm here) No way I'm goin' out sad (No way) That boy is my son (My yute) Copy my style? You're nuts (You're crazy) That means I am his dad (I'm pops) God knows I got it in the bag (The bag) Dem man are stayin' inside (Where?) Comin' like

Too much, three much Four much, five much, too much for you I'm too much of a woman Too much of a bad ass bitch Too much of a boss, baby, it's your loss Now you gotta live with it Baby, baby, baby You know I'm more than just a girl That you can meet

Now add tequila! When life gives you limes You make margaritas! You take it all with a grain of salt And realize sometimes it ain't your fault You got something you don't wanna remember That's when you need to just throw it in a blender And have a good

Once upon a time I could control myself Once upon a time I could lose myself I admit it, what's to say I'll relive it, without pain Backstreet lover on the side Of the road I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode I got a .16 gauge buried under my

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ay, ay) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on