Lying on your bed, examining my head This is the part of me that hates Paybacks are a bitch, I throw the switch Somewhere the electric chair awaits Hey! this was my life Hey! this was my fate This was my life This was my fate It was just another day

Walk the Plank! With your life, you'll pay the price Boots of lead, your blood runs red Time to die, your end is nigh Descend into the black and don't come back The time for execution, a harrowing display For treachery upon the seas has taken place this

I ain't got nobody Lookin' out for me I am afraid Look around from time to time If you see me lookin' don't pay me no mind Let me tell you what I'm tryin' to find A girl who's for real all the time She don't have to wear a wig

I surrender, dear. We've played the game of stay away But it cost more that I can pay. Without you I can't make my way, I may seem proud, I may act gay, It's just a pose, I'm not that way, 'Cause deep down in my heart I say Little mean things we were

Can't see me Need a little something You said, just keep it true Lift up your name Seasons change You know it'll never be the same We'll see the sun again I just wanna say that I love you Say what you love, it's alright

Da da da da da da da I can be your p-p-p-p-payback Mmm, baby I could be your payback Hey, gonna help you get your sway back Take ya to the dance floor, I'ma lean ya way back Yeah, I'ma lean ya way back Gonna have a real good time Don't worry 'bout your

Beneath the curse of these lovers eyes But do not ask the price I pay I must live with my quiet rage Tame the ghosts in my head That run wild and wish me dead Should you shake my ash to the wind Lord forget all of my sins And let me die where I lie I

Ridin' in the 'Bach with the seat way back This white on white Maybach, I call it payback Yeah you know I fuck with Zaytoven, we go way back I'd rather rap a Zay track than a Dre track Catch me flushin' down the street with the top way back I had to give

Hypocrites! I'm gonna do it blind Your messiah was never mine Pay the ferryman, pay the fucking driver Pay the preachers and pay the fucking liars I'm not gonna pay it's already mine Weeping rows of Jeremiah

Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory just another story We gonna fight your brother Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of