If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am 'Cause I am whatever you say I am Radio won't even play my jam I don't know, it's just the way I am And I am whatever you say I am Man, whatever Dre just let it run Ayo, turn

The fire burns from better days And she screams why oh why I said I don't know The catastrophic hymns from yesterday Virginia was a "lot lizard" from F.L.A. She had a compound fracture in the "trunk" It started when she ran away Thumbs out on the

Every time it rains Dust can't dry Rust takes hold See it in the sky You want to go Clouds come Standing in the doorway You run, why you want to run away Sky falls, take it as a sign Who knows what I am gonna find

I don't know why they say grown men don't cry I pulled into the shopping center And saw a little boy wrapped around the legs of his mother Like ice cream melting, they embraced Years of bad decisions running down her face All morning I'd been thinking my

Show me the way Why do my dreams keep slipping away? Spent a whole lifetime running away And every time I close my eyes, I've lost another day Put me on an aeroplane A million miles away She's opened up a book of hate And tore a brand new page Tonight

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

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

You got me high Raining on me, raining on me But you're like the summertime and it feels so good You're like the summertime and it feels so good Running round, being famous Girl, I love that you're beautiful and aimless Said why do I feel so alone? Oh, I

You say our love Is like dynamite Well you're killing me Why don't you just set me free Too young to fall in love Run for the hills We're both sinners and saints Not a woman but a whore I can just taste the hate

Please don't let my dreams run dry He just takes the tractor another round And pulls the plow across the ground And sends up another prayer He says, "Lord, I never complain, I never ask why Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky." He gets up before the