And still I don't understand When you said you'd had enough A little trick I picked up from my father, in one ear and out the other Well, now I guess I should've listened Why's love gotta be so tough Ahh-oh, ahh-ahh Oh, and now I guess I should've

'Cause every tear that flows falls into the ocean And rises to the sky And then the rain will come Right before the sun shines It's your turn to cry baby cry (Don't cry no more) Going back to the memories Reminiscing bout you and me Thinking how it used

Even though we break up in the end Even if I knew you'd be the one that got away I'd still go back and get you Even if I knew you'd be my best and worst mistake Over and over, again and again I still walk in that bar a little drunk I still ask you what

Now here we are (I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane but I'll be back again) Now there we go (back again) now there we go Now here we are, now there we go, now there we go Yup, yeah yeah Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup (yup) I

This is not a movie One day I know we will Dogs in the backyard And the flies are on the wall Thunder and lightning But the rain don't ever fall If there's a flower in this desert It's your picture on my wall Ibe dat baby I'm going to make you

Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with I would jack off so much back at my parents' house And now my dick has a permanent imprint of my hand around it Life was lame, I had

Yeah, I'll tell you that I've been around Well I've been a lot of places Kissed a lot of faces, every city, every town I'll tell you that I've been around LA backstage, drinked a little Kool-Aid Smoked a cigarette with Slash I flew to Rome had coffee

One time son you know we be the illest in this Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin to move back The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom Easily overthrowin niggas, rollin over niggas Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin Vague memory of

That was a cold one I never will get back Yeah she had to leave, did she have to leave me one beer Short of a twelve pack? She left me hanging high and dry in that hell high summer sun Damn babe, that was a cold one It was a perfect day for the end of

Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Will the real X to the Z please stand up? With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck Stickin 'em up at