You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I've never fallen from quite this high Falling into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes I've been watching you For some time

Step inside, see the devil in I Too many times, we've let it come to this Step inside/ see the devil in I You'll realize I'm not your devil anymore So step inside/ see the devil in I Undo these chains, my friend. I'll show you the rage I've hidden Perish

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

Guess I gotta show you Do I need to show you? And I will walk this road ahead And if you don't believe me now I'll flip the whole world upside down Do I really gotta show you now? Really, really, really, gotta show you now? Do I really gotta spell it

From this moment We're bound together Now and forever The loneliness has gone You will never be alone War is all around I'm growing tired to fighting I've been drained and I can't hide it But I have strength for you, you're all that's real anymore

Yo, wassup, this is Joyner, I'm unable to take your call right now Leave me a brief message and I'll get back to you, peace You know, you really piss me off sometimes I spent all night waiting for you to come home And I've woken up without you I don't

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This is real, this is your life in a song This is country music Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

I wanna love now I wanna feel 'Cause I have been running too long Don't weight up this heart that you hold We must bear our souls, souls, souls Let the fate we fight take hold, hold, hold Baby when you come real close, close, close It's alright 'cause I

Knowing me, knowing you (a-ha) There is nothing we can do We just have to face it This time we're through (This time we're through, we're really through) Breaking up is never easy, I know But I have to go (I have to go, this time I have to go) (This time

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown