Yeah, I still miss her in a round about way But I still miss her in a round about way Around about the time that midnight rolls around 'Cause she's not around As far as all my friends can tell I took her leavin' well - that's kinda right 'Cause when I'm

Till the end We're at the start and time will tell I know what's on your mind Let's lay it on the line All the things were missin' Look I just came back to town Drink that green dragon down It's time for me talk and you to listen I know my heart, I know

Time isn't working my side Oh oh oh whoa oh Oh oh oh oh oh We're getting all for our time, time, time We may not be hopeless But we're still helpless in the end Just remember you're floating Remember the love that we were in

Ride the range all the day Till the first fading light Be with my western girl Round the fire oh so bright I'd be the indians' friend Let them love to be free Ridin' into the sunset I wish I could be. Sometimes I look up high

Sha oobie, shattered I'm a shattered Uh huh shattered, uh huh shattered Love and hope and sex and dreams Are still surviving on the street Look at me, I'm in tatters! Friends are so alarming My lover's never charming

Show me, don't pretend I feel like there's nothing for me here but still I try Keeping my phone alive Hoping that you call this time Thought I heard you ringing You know I hear things sometimes Calling my line, call my line Come alive, come alive I feel

You're a true friend You're here till the end When something ain't right Talk with me now and into the night You pull me aside 'Til it's alright again A true friend We sign our cards and letters BFF You've got a million ways to make me laugh

Who run the world? Who run this motha? Girls, we run this motha, yeah Who are we? Hope you still like me "F" you pay me My persuasion can build a nation Endless power

I know we'll be lovers again, darling I know we'll be lovers again It's a matter of time The one in the end, I was your friend Till you see that I'm I got pictures of you in funny poses Letters from you with pressed yellow roses I've got souvenirs of fun

Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's