Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 1, 2, 3, and... Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man Can't tell that to a dingy old man Who see a young nigga getting plently dough man Icy Audemar, Hendy gold band With a mean girl

After the thrill is gone Same dances in the same old shoes Some habits that you just can't lose There's no telling what a man might lose The flame rises but it soon descends Empty pages and a frozen pen You're not quite lovers and you're not quite

Inside the Sad Cafe. Inside the Sad Cafe Out in the shiny night The rain was softly falling The tracks that ran down the boulevard Had all been washed away Out of the silver light the past came softly calling And I remember the times we spent Oh it

You ain't never been blue; no, no, no, You ain't never been blue, Till you've had that mood indigo. That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes While I just sit here and sigh, "Go 'long blues". I always get that mood indigo, Since my baby said goodbye.

They were doolin', doolin'-dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money, and faithless women Red eye whiskey for the pain. Go down little dalton, it must be God's will Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeeville. Two voices call to you from where they

It's two thousand and thirteen All across the galaxy Well the times are so a'changing Baby even when it's live You can press pause and rewind You knew it would go amazing But is this what you had in mind? Oh there's nothing you can't find

Alberta, Alberta, Where you been so long? Ain't had no loving Since you've been gone. Where'd you stay last night? Girl, you're on my mind. Alberta, Alberta Come home this morning, Clothes don't fit you right

Too many hands Being laid on her Too many eyes will never see That it's dragging her down She turns 'round She's one of a kind Sometimes hard to find Like a rainbow Well, she's lost all her glory

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

Icarus is flying too close to the sun And Icarus's life, it has only just begun Your hands protect the flames From the wild winds around you This is how it feels to take a fall Icarus is flying towards an early grave Look who's digging their own grave