No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many MC's I end up Oh, it's never enough No matter how many MC's I end up There's not much you could do or say to phase me People think I'm a little bit

If only I could trust you (If only, if only) I still remember my name But forgotten my royal mistakes I could go back in time When you were a friend of mine We were just a little less tired and true

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Raise your rifles to the sky, boys Fire that volley loud Charlie boy, don't go to war, First born in '44 Kennedy made him believe We could do much more And Lillian, don't hang your head, Love should make you feel

Then your friends will all go green What a life it would be If you would come to mine for tea I'll pick you up at half past three We'll have lasagna I'll treat you like a Queen I'll give you strawberries and cream These could be the best days of our

Well, a goodbye never seems finished Just like these songs that I write They hang aloft like stars in the night But there's nothing there but the illusion of a light And you, you could've been mine Your mother, she's an actress And we're all putting on a

'Cause I heard Jesus he drank wine And I bet we'd get along just fine He could calm a storm and heal the blind And I bet he'd understand a heart like mine I ain't the kind you take home to mama I ain't the kind to wear no ring Somehow I always get

(If I could turn back) If I could turn, turn back the hands of time (If I could turn back the hands) Then my darlin' you'd still be mine Then darlin' you, you'd still be mine How did I ever let you slip away Never knowing I'd be singing this song some

But I say 'fore we go to the land down below If I tell you I love you, I'm lying There are so many things I could say, my love Make you trip, so your lips would be mine There are so many things I could do, my love To convince you my love is divine There

Oh oh oh oh oh Without the Scheiße yeah I, I wish that I could dance On a single fare I wish I could be strong Without the Scheiße yeah Scheiße, Scheiße be mine, Do whatever you like Scheiße be mine

White America! Little Eric looks just like this Erica loves my shit I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get I could be one of your kids I Could be one of your kids I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherfuckin' people who feel