Blues away, way, way I got two red pills to take the blues away Enjoy your privileged life 'Cause I'm not gonna hold you through the night We said our last goodbyes So let's just try to end it with a smile And I don't wanna hear that you are suffering

I just came back to say goodbye (I just came back) Goodbye baby I really hope you're satisfied, And my road seems dark at night, Got stones in my passway, I got stones in my passway, I got pains in my heart, They done taken my appetite.

Play dead, play dead with me Close your eyes and don't speak Lay with my body Slow down your heartbeat No need to escape We can find our own way You got me hiding in cupboards 'Cause darlin' you're the only one I can't stand the TV screen

cmon pretty baby heard you got a boyfriend you don't want anymore you're just as fine as any girl could be i would take you everywhere to parties to i would do most anything you would want me to do i heard about you a long time ago and if you will be

Love comes again Just when I've broken down I found Love can come again Of paths to be chosen All trails that we trek Shall lead us back to here Because our You gotta believe that You have become

And I got all the drugs in the world that you need We get high to pass time but bitch I ain't no fiend I got money on my mind, I be stacking my green Shawty said she like my style, I be dripping with ease Please don't send me naked pictures, I don't like

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

I've got a symbol in my driveway I've got a hundred million dollar friends I've got you a brand new weapon Let's see how destructive we can be Got a brand new set of stencils I've been connecting all the dots Got my plans in a zip-lock bag Let's see how

Gotta find my way back home I've been way too long War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf Past the racism and fake-ism Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs You other rappers mad

All you haters Cause I hear ya And I'm watching Should get at me But I'm serious What's happening? Hey, what's happening, Haters so all I gotta say is