My homie booked He said he going through some things right now I tried to tell him hold his head, don't let 'em bring you down They used to love him in the streets But they don't know him now Plus his baby ma, she trippin', she don't hold him down And he

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

Like dying in the sun Will you hold on to me Do you remember The things we used to say? I feel so nervous When I think of yesterday How could I let things Get to me so bad? How did I let things get to me?

For one moment I wish you'd hold your stage With no feelings at all Open-minded I'm sure I used to be so free Scraping away at my mind Please stop asking me to describe Break me in, teach us to cheat And to lie, cover up

Kiss me like a stranger Baby, hold me like we've never met Every touch, a little danger Like you ain't gotten used to me yet Strike a match, light the fuse You and I, we could use some reckless behavior So, baby, kiss me like a stranger Oh, I got plans

Hold up, walking on a tightrope How could I switch on you? This the only thing I know Stay down and be loyal, now we ballin' like the pros Remember when I used to sit and plan it with the bros Nowadays I'm just sellin' out these shows She tell me that

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

I'll be alright, be alright Just go with the tide And if you feeling all confused, no you are not on your own Someone once told me babe when the tide gets high, you just get low Hold your breath and take it slow Yes I might get wet, I might get thrown

Away from Hollywood girls in the Valley I know that all 'em Tweets you posting is about me I'll stay out of Cali for a while I would know exactly how you felt but we don't talk now Used to hold you naked in my arms, I know you're gone now Everything was