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

Here we are, with our running and confusion And I don't see no confusion anywhere And if London burns I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar I want to be in a band When I get to heaven Destiny, destiny protect me from the world Destiny, hold my

My love (so don't give away) Ain't another woman that could take your spot Because, I can see us holding hands Walking on the beach our toes in the sand I can see us on the country side Sitting in the grass laying side by side You can be my baby Let me

She knows her roots and works hard for her money Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death Just actin' and sittin' playin' hard to get With the girls tonight man they're out on the town Grits

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm on the roof of the party Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous Ay, red lights on in the boulevard That means business Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might Corny bitches make me sick I might throw up in

'Cause, baby, once you pick me up, you can't pull me down 'Cause, baby, once you If you come hit it once, be careful now (be careful now) Think you can leave me forever now? Cocaine clouds, eyelids peeled Thirty thousand feet, up's how it feels Homemade

And we got everybody singing Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh I've hoped for change There's something wrong 'Cause everybody knows Were doing fine And I'll confess That I can be a little selfish Yeah I'll admit

I'm breaking through I'm bending spoons I'm keeping flowers In full bloom I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs I'm tossing out punchlines That were never there Over my shoulder a piano falls Crashing to the ground

One thing started leadin' to another Out last night We went out last night Yeah we went out last night Hittin' on everybody and their mother When we went out last night Like we swore we wouldn't do Drank to much beer last night A lot more than we wanted

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Man I run this rap shit Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to Tupac Nigga roll that good shit You wanna dance lets dance nigga I'll take you to da prom I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm Nigga