Slowly you fade Slowly it fades Many tribes of a modern kind, Doing brand new work, same spirit by side, Joining hearts and hand and ancestral twine, ancestral twine Give it time and wonder why Do what we can laugh an we cry And we sleep in your dust

What kind of man loves like this? What kind of man? You were on the other side, like always And with one kiss You inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years I was on a heavy tip Try'na cross a canyon with a broken limb Wondering what to do

It's how we live How we live that defines us What we change And what we leave behind You know you can't You can't take it with you Your day will come It's just a matter of time What kind of man would I be

One-thousand years until the end of time we'll wait one- Thousand more dressed up in gold and white we'll climb The mountain sides to find whats in the sky we'll dig First I stand then I crawl I became all mankind as I drip From mine eyes I washed away

Find a thing you understand You could be my kind of man Find a thing that you love You could be my And will you do the best you can Don't walk too proud, don't talk too loud And make it up as you go And take whatever you are given And leave what you

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman My, oh my, what a girl And I'm down on my hands and knees Begging you please, baby, show me your world Oh baby, oh man You're making my crazy, really driving me mad That's all right with me, it's really no fuss As long

Congratulations I'm glad you found a man that treats you like you deserved Kinda sucks that we can't be what we were But congratulations, baby I won't hate But congratulations, I won't hate One of my best girls went and got a boo all of a sudden Damn,

"And be a simple kind of man Baby be a simple kind of man And you can do this, oh baby, if you try Mama told me, when I was young "Said sit beside me, my only son And listen closely, to what I say And if you do this, it will help you some sunny day" Oh

Nobody stands in between me and my man It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did) Can't believe you played me out like

I am the chosen next in line Rip the souls, born to die Send to slaughter your mankind No reason for you to try Let me tell you to try What did you tell you Another day goes by Tell me why does So this is why