I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

When I walk up in this bitch, they turn the lights out All the young niggas with me and they iced out I had to stack it up and get my mom a nice house I could've did the Wraith, instead I brought the bikes out This that "just got to a half a brick" music

I remember I had walked home that day Content with all my misery Told my self it'd get better, no clue what there was next to me Remember there was people, walkin', talkin' in the distance I was dressed for winter weather But the summer rays were kissing

There I was, yeah I just sat down in the seat you left You walked up I said "what are you doing with your beautiful self?" You rolled your eyes but you laughed and your song came on I begged you for a dance and we danced And it was on, eyes locked, clock

And caution to the wind You walk out on the high wire You're a dancer on thin ice You pay no heed to the danger And less to advice Your footsteps are forbidden But with a knowledge of your sin You throw your love to all the strangers And you go dancing

If it's loving that you want Di di di di da da dey Then you should make me your girl, your girl If it's loving that you need Baby come and share my world, share my world Come and take a walk with me, walk with me 'Cause everything that you need, I got it

(Jesus Walks) God show me the way because the Devil's tryin' to break me down (Jesus Walks with me) And I don't think there is nothing I can do now to right my wrongs (Jesus walks for them) Yo, we at war We at war with terrorism, racism, but most of all

There's a man who walks beside me And I wonder who she's pinin' for on nights I'm not around Could it be the man who did the things It is who I used to be And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me I'm living now ? I was rougher than a timber

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston