Reinvent love He took the days for pageant Became as mad as rabbits With bushels of bad habits Who could ask for anymore? Yea who could have more. We must reinvent love. Come save me from walking off a windowsill Or I'll sleep in the rain.

We will not return to the countless mistakes of the past Only through dedication will I destroy all preconception Walk with me I will not relive the failures of the man I once was No longer will I let myself be truly satisfied with the standard Let this

With the girl of my best friend Will it ever end The way she walks The way she talks How long can I pretend Oh I can't help it, I'm in love with the girl of my best friend Her lovely hair Her skin so fair

Pull up and wet the block (Pew) Sippin' on lean, that's Wock' (Lean) All on my dick, she won't stop, yah (Bitch) I told her to give me some slop (Neck) Pull up, we drop the top (Top) My niggas, they pop a lot (Pop) Cannot fuck with ops (Never) Walk

Pop it bitch Pop pop pop One two and the bitch came All these hoes know my damn name Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Walk up on this bitch

Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate 8X Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Meditate, levitate Greetings from the Golden State Mr. X, to the Z Concentrate, come walk with me Your shit sound so awkwardly I don't rhyme I just stomp down beats Real estate,

In this burning house I've been sleepwalking Trying to take what's lost and broke And make it right Too close to the fire But it's the only place that I can hold you tight Love isn't all that it seems I did you wrong I'll stay here with you

It's all about Him It's all about Him Let His love in And the love that He gives Redemption and hope For all who have sinned You can walk all alone, never find your way home 'Til you see deep within Let His love in

It's too bad it's too bad It's too bad we had no time to rewind Let's walkwalk, let's talk Too late, so wrong, so long It's too late, so wrong, so long Father's hands are lined with dirt From long days in the field Mother's hands are serving meals

"Every winter was a war", she said "I want to get what's mine" Jezebel wasn't born with a silver spoon in her mouth She probably had less than every one of us But when she knew how to walk she knew How to bring the house down Can't blame her for her