I'm so tired We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault Of all the problems you've been causin' me Mo' money, mo' problems it is Now I'm back to writin' my lyrical novel again I'm holdin'

Baby you're lost I'm tired of fighting Baby you're a lost cause Fighting for a lost cause Your sorry eyes cut through the bone They make it hard to leave you alone Leave you here wearing your wounds Waving your guns at somebody new There's too many

Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky One set of footsteps, you was carryin' me Yeah, 9:08 L.A. time Back

It's a lonely road, full of tired men And you can see it in their faces And you'll be home in spring I can wait 'til then I heard you're on the big train And oh this too shall pass This loneliness won't last for long I wasn't there to take his place I

Nothing says gone like an empty glass Or sitting on the bar in the middle of the day In a blue light haze, all alone Nothing says gone like high noon neon Nothing says gone like a parking lot with only one car in it You wanna see what over looks like? Ya

You don't have to be alone tonight Why you sitting at home tonight Waiting for him to call you up at midnight, drunk To tell you that he wants you Let's get out of town tonight Get lost and found tonight 'Til you don't care let me love you right Let's go

I just want a little bit I don't want much, no no I don't want it all babe Just a little bit of your love Turn your lights down low And, honey, slip me a kiss Turn your lights down low, baby Come on, I can't resist I want to a little bit of your love

You turned off the alarms so they don't ring I don't know where we are in the grand scheme of things I just wanna be counting stars with you That you're the wisest funny one that I will ever, ever know You took all the lonely days and you made them sing

I told her how to get money (money) That's my hoe, shawty go bend it over That's my hoe, baby go bend it over We made a mill off a trap phone And we got the key to the streets (key) We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe) And I told her how to get money

So bury me in memory His smile's your rope So wrap it tight around your throat Stop burning bridges, and drive off of them So I can forget about you Light that smoke, that one for giving up on me And one just 'cause they'll kill you sooner than my