I will not be a victim of romance I will not be a victim of circumstance Chance or circumstance or romance, or any man Who could get his dirty little hands on me When we were in love, if we were When we were in love I was an eagle And you were a dove So

You are everything and everything is you You are everything Everything is you Today I saw somebody who looked just like you She walked like you do I thought it was you As she turned the corner I called out your name I felt so ashamed but it wasn't you,

I, who was lost and lonely, believing life was only A bitter tragic joke I've found with you Quiet nights of quiet stars Quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams Quiet walks by quiet streams

Want me to love you in moderation Then bow your head in the house of God And little girl, who do you think you are? You think you need it, you think you want love You wouldn't want it if you knew what it was Do I look moderate to you? Sip it slowly and

If everyone was listening you know Who'll be the last clown To bring the house down? The actors and jesters are here The stage is in darkness and clear For raising the curtain And no-ones quite certain whose play it is How long ago, how long If only we

Was born with a song inside of me Never question why We're running out of it On the day that I die I wanna to say that I Until the very end 'Cause I believe that I And as time goes by Was a man who really lived and never compromised

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son People always told me, "Be careful of what you do She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene I

Goddamn, wassup, nigga? Hey, that motherfucker clean Who was that? Hey, that's Dre, nigga, that's the Look at that shit That nigga hangin' that motherfucker, Goddamn That nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker Hangin' on the bumper X

Holy Father in darkness Thy kingdom came The rise of Thy reign From Thy bosom Arose in glory The children of the Other-world You are the nameless You're the primordial one Who was, who is and is to come