Where do we stand? What am I supposed to do? Reach out your hand In a world I thought I knew I need the clearest indication The clearest indication from you Give me the clearest indication I'm not alone with you You left in the morning You left without a

I go broke rob fools for their jewelry Stick yo hand up like you guilty Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be So don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me So don't come to LA Don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me I don't give a fuck who you

Kind of glue that sticks this world together Hands of steel and cradle of the Promised Land But there's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer God bless the working man Average Joe, average pay Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, and a

The day has come We belong with the living dead of the night Hold on to me baby His bony hands will do you no harm It said in the cards we lost our soul to the nameless one Wake up baby and taste the dirt We're six feet under and still in love Hear the

With your hand up you need to man up, lil' bitch I'mma promise you this One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I'mma promise you this Say man that nigga Snoop Dogg promised me a record deal man That nigga promised me he was gon' come over

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I guess you fell into the wrong hands, yeah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah And now you're F-in' with the wrong man, man (Adjust to pain) (It hurt too bad to say, to say you left me, left me) Fuckin' with the wrong man (Left me)

Will a matchbox hold my clothes? But I woke up cold in hand Hey, sometimes I wonder, darling You know I haven't got so many You better pin'er up to your side Now, this tune should be easy for you to deal with All you gotta do is remember back home, You

When the storm hits your front door, with a roar you can't ignore, When the days turn into night, you don't got no chance to fight, I hope some day, when I'm dead and gone, We learn to right, everything that's wrong, With loving hands, turn sick to

Big stars shinin' over summerland Baby, right now I'm high as a kite Seabirds fly, yeah, I just might tonight Big dipper, slow dance With my hands where the sun don't tan Don't you worry 'bout the sand In no time, baby, we'll be slippin' off to

I'm done with your bittersweet, bittersweet tragedy It's no fun, when I'm sitting all alone You're right in front of me It's no fun when I'm sitting all alone Melting through the cracks in my hands I guess I held on for too long And I'm done with your