Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can't be fucking with mine I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence The brothers in the hood be chivalrous So I rest defense on my ligaments Pistol

Go to Heaven That's swell How do you like it Livin' Hell All along they're sayin' mind your manners Self-realized and metaphysically redeemed May not live another life May not solve a mystery Right around the corner

La vie Bohème Are we packed? Yes, and by next week I want you to be And you should see They've padlocked your building And they're rioting on Avenue B Benny called the cops

They keep me up all night Let me get this straight, do you want me here? As I struggle through each and every year And all these demons, they keep me up all night Everyone wants to call it all around our life with a better name Everyone falls and spins

Don't stop me now 'Cause I'm havin' a good time Two-hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit Don't stop me, don't stop me I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah I'm havin' such a good time I'm havin' a ball If you wanna have a good time Just

Would you pray for me mama? Mother is it ok if I call you mama? My own walked away when I broke the law They come to put me down And standing on the bridge Feeling like falling Singing hallelujah When they put me down

Standin' on the corner Of Toulouse and Dauphine Waitin' on Marie-Ondine I'm tryin' to place a tune Under a Louisiana moonbeam On the planet of New Orleans In a bar they call The Saturn And in her eyes of green And somethin' that she said in a dream

They were doolin', doolin'-dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money, and faithless women Red eye whiskey for the pain. Go down little dalton, it must be God's will Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeeville. Two voices call to you from where they

Imminilalo Imminilalo Wrestle with your darkness Angels call your name Can you hear what they are saying Will you ever be the same Staring up into the heavens In this hell that binds your hands Will you sacrifice your comfort Make your way in a foreign

They can't stop me now I spit on the streets in San Called the record and company man My enthusiasm filled the room I was young and I was keen With the devil in my stream As I hollowed at an old blues tune We can't sign your sign