Nobody's gonna hurt you Nobody's gonna do this for you What you say? What you say? Can I keep us locked in my room I was running through the meadows Through the meadows with my ghetto boy I've been waiting in the corners for you Come on, baby, lift your

That you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody

And on and on I know, I know You'll never be mine I like the way you spread confusion I like the way my heart is booming On and on, you'll never be mine I know, I know, yeah I like the way your body moving I'll be waiting

Put the pounds in the trash can Gucci do the dishes, Don't nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen Bought a old school then I sat it on 6's How you cop it Gucci, plenty working in the kitchen How you cop it, how you get it, plenty working in the kitchen

But he never hurt nobody He just loved to live that way My daddy was a bank robber And he loved to steal your money So he came to jazz it up Some is rich, and some is poor And that's the way the world is But I don't believe in laying back Sayin' how bad

We'll spend forever unhappily married Hey hey, it's alright Everybody fusses, everybody fights With all of the baggage you and me carry Must be mistaking me with the maid we don't have Can't even wash your whiskey out your glass I gave you no loving in a

God bless Amerika This so godless Amerika Will I die or go to jail today? Everybody wanna tell me what I need You can play a role in my life but not the lead Uh, my mind’s filled with mine fields The ashes fall, the wine spills The world stops, drops and

That you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody

Our honeymoon Dreaming away your life Say you want me too We both know that it’s not fashionable to love me But you don’t go 'cause truly there’s nobody for you but me We could cruise to the blues Wilshire Boulevard if we choose Or whatever you want to do

Now the oil's gone And the money's gone All the jobs are gone Still we're hangin' on Down in dry county To wash the sins from off our hands Praying for some holy water The promise has run dry Where nobody cries