Days filled with joy and days filled with sorrow I don't know just what to do Am I happy today, am I lonely tomorrow Everything depends on you I've been waiting for the angels to knock on my door I've been hopin' that everything could be like before Open

What you want, babe? I got it She just wanna fuck with a boss So I took her on a cruise 'round the city It don't really matter what it costs 'Cause she know a young nigga gon' get it What you want, hey? I got it Wanna do you right Is you with it, baby?

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Yeah, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother

The General Lee I'm the Gerneral Lee, A pistol pumpin', steel belted cavalry. I'll never let you down when you're riding with me; Buckle up and I'll show you what I mean. Take a look back there: Sirens blownin', red lights flashin' everywhere; I'm a

Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around

I think I've got a feeling I've lost inside You gotta roll with it You gotta take your time You gotta say what you say 'Cause it's all too much for me to take Don't let anybody get in your way Don't ever stand aside Don't ever be denied You wanna be who

You and I, stand with our heads held up high Me and you, together whatever we do All the love - you've given me, I cherish, babe, so All the times - I've spent with you, I treasure girl, you Everything I possess is down to you more or less Anything that

I’ll do whatever it takes To be the mistake you can’t live without Or let me take the wrong way down Will you straighten me out Or make me take the long way around I took the low road in I’ll take the high road out There’s times I stayed alive for you

(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it) So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to My baby's fit like a daydream Walking with his head down I'm the one he's walking to My baby's fly like a jet stream High above the whole

Standin' outside, y'all It's raining, children Gettin' soaking wet And it's raining, y'all Been put out, y'all Nowhere to go, children People all ask me, son Tell me what's wrong with you Tell 'em I've been sick, y'all, yeah