'Til I see you again That's the only way to go Fightin' the good fight Til the good Lord calls you home This is our last goodbye So be well my friend Preacher said he died too young Over there totin' that gun For Uncle Sam and our freedom

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

Stack stack, stack stack, oh oh I'd do it all again (oh) Speed speed, speed speed oh oh We were high and we were sober We were under, we were over We were young and now I'm older But I'd do it all again Getting drunk on a train track Way back, when we

From this world All die young? Now when the White flames are burning flags We've been battered so hard that

Young and reckless, rich and wealthy Say health is wealth, that means I'm deadly That's why they sweat me, successful black man With a felony, but what you tellin' me? Don't hire me so I bought the company Bitch ain't shit funny, I'm not Bill Bellamy

We're in love Lay us down Whether near or far I am always yours Any change in time We are young again In these coming years Many things will change But the way I feel

Beast mode (yeah) Go beast mode Ballin' so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh) I got the cheat code Spent two bands on some mothafuckin' jeans hoe Those is Mike Amiri jeans though Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico Yeah,

Girl, you're gonna love me Come and rest your head against my chest 'Cause I'm the one for you You don't have to look no more Your search is through If you like a man who You can put your trust in You don't have to worry Where he's been

Smiling in the sunlight Laughing in the rain I wish that we were Young and foolish again Young and foolish Why is it wrong to be Young and foolish? We haven't long to be Soon enough the carefree days

Don't you think I was too young to be messed with? Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you Counting my footsteps, Praying the floor won't fall through, again My mother accused me of losing