How much difference does it make? How much difference? I will light the match this morning so I won't be alone Watch as she lies silent For soon light will be gone Oh I will stand arms outstretched pretend I'm free to roam Oh I will make my way through

I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave: you dealin' with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die This is for the soldiers that see the sun at midnight, ya dig Let me slow down

Standing out in the rain Need to know if it's over Cause I would leave you alone Flooded with all this pain Knowing that I'll never hold her Like I did before the storm I know this isn't what I wanted I never thought it'd come this far Just thinking back

This is not the world we had in mind But we got time We are stuck on it so we can thrive But we can turn it And even though we might have lost tonight The skyline reminds us of a different time Take me back Back to the mountainside

Well you will accompany me Further on down the road, baby Then a happy fool I would rather be Well day by day And just one, just one little step at a time Woman you have given me so so much Just to ease this troubled little heart of mine And that's why

Single girl I think that I could be the guy Just what you're missin' baby in your life By your side When the nights get cold And I could be there for you to hold Oh baby ain't it gettin' old? Livin' in this lonely world When you don't have to be single

Sweet Memory Talking bout a sweet memory It goes round and round in my head Pretty soon I'll want the real thing instead But for now I got this sweet memory Sunny day Sunny day Not a cloud crosses the sky Not a tear comes to my eye On this sunny day

I breathe you in Now that I breathe in I feel a fire burning underneath my skin I feel a freedom from this hopelessness within Why do I got to learn the hard way Why do I got to burn my bridges down Now that I feel so numb Can’t I just be me for fuck’s

(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Lord knows I need something to fill this void Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know And I'm really happy about it And I'm not

I've just begun It's about that time, gotta get mine You can't kill me 'Cause I'm already inside you Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war! Enemy, show me what you wanna be I can handle anything Even if I can't handle you!