I hope he is a gentleman You were the last good thing about this part of town Where is your boy tonight? And maybe he won't find out what I know You need him, I could be him I could be an accident but I'm still tryin' And that's more than I can say for

I think that she knows Those flashing lights come from everywhere She's got me love stoned The way they hit her I have to stop and stare Man, I swear she's bad, and she knows The way they hit her I just stop and stare I think that she knows, think that

Where do we go? Oh, when love is gone Where does it go? I've gotta know Can we work it out? Can we just work it out? Scream and shout 'till we work it out? And after all this time Hanging on to the dead lights

We gotta go It's check out time Ay what time is it nigga? ("I don't know.") Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here ("Hell yeah.") Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room ("Hey there, bitch, where Suge

I got nobody to blame but me And I got nobody to blame but me I know right where I went wrong I know just what got her gone Turned my life into this country song She took down the photograph Of our wedding day Ripped it down the middle And threw my half

Oh no, we won't go 'Cause we don't know how to quit, no, no Wherever I go, go Trouble seems to follow Until your breathing stops, stops, stops I only plugged in to save rock and roll, rock and roll I only plugged in to save rock and roll Until

I've had enough I need, I need a change I'm setting fire to the life that I know (I know) Let's start a fire everywhere that we go (we go) We starting fires, We starting fires till our lives are burning gold I wish the wind would carry a change Of

I've had enough I need, I need a change I'm setting fire to the life that I know (I know) Let's start a fire everywhere that we go (we go) We starting fires, We starting fires till our lives are burning gold I wish the wind would carry a change Of

Where'd you go? Oh memories! You were all I've ever known! How I miss yesterday! And how I'd let it fade away? Don't fade away. He was the congregation's vagrant, With an unrequited love. When your passion's exaltation,

The leaves, they don't change here Sweet California, sour California Sweet California, bitter California Sweet California I should've known better, I should've known better Where did the summer go, when you loved me? The leaves don't change here, so I