Don't go crying to your mama Ain't it fun Living in the real world So what are you gonna do Being all alone 'Cause you're on you're own, in the real world 'Cause you're on your own, in the real world When the world don't orbit around you Ain't it good

And sometimes when we touch The honesty's too much And I have to close my eyes and hide Till we both break down and cry I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides I want to hold you till I die You ask me if I love you And I choke on my reply I'd

Don't go crying to your mama Ain't it fun Living in the real world So what are you gonna do Being all alone 'Cause you're on you're own, in the real world 'Cause you're on your own, in the real world When the world don't orbit around you Ain't it good

Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Yeah (Gun smoke) Yeah, gun smoke (Gun smoke) Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (No-no) When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44) Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (Hoes-hoes) Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (Broke

Let it all burn I will burn first God I've tried, am I lost in your eyes? Just let me burn, it's what I deserve. God I've lied, am I lost in your eyes? Just let me burn So cry 3 tears for me, When it's all gone,

When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you You feel the shivers go up and down Your spine for me Make you cry for me I hear your voice echoing all through the night for me Baby cry for me You wanna be reckless, restless

Let me tell you about hard work Dear Mr. President, How do you walk with your head held high? How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? Can you even look me in the eye? Come take a walk with

So why does it hurt so bad Why do I feel so sad But I keep crying When I don't love you So why does it hurt me so I gotta get you outta my head Hurts so (yeah you do) Why does it hurt so bad Thought I was over you

Killers never hurt feelings There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you There's something wrong with me I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish When we're crying for our next fix Gonorrhea Gorgonzola Single files of clean feedings

Just because I'm blond Don't think I'm dumb 'Cause this dumb blond ain't nobody's fool When you left you thought I'd sit An' you thought I'd cry You called me a dumb blond Ah, but somehow I lived through it And you know if there's one thing this blond