Bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah) Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate) Bitch better believe that I'm a sniper (yeah) You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate) Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin'

You gotta hold on to somethin' that you believe, Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright. Hold on to somethin' that makes you feel alright.... The gold verandah in the dark has gone down to the metal man. No better time to leave the ground And maybe

You fool no one Waiting to see if I'm gone So hard to see You are taking your chances with me If I find you with some other man You know what I'm gonna do Better run if you see me comin', ah Soon, you will fall Making mistakes like before

Everyday is a better day without you I got so strung out I lost myself all tangled up in you Sweet lover, sister, friend, you were my everything I dreamed a dream of you but it wasn't true It wasn't true no, no I don't care now you are dead skin to me I

Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe said, "Man, you must be puttin' me on" God said, "No" Abe say, "What?" God say, "You can do what you want, Abe, but The next time you see me comin', you better run" Well, Abe said, "Where d'you want this

I can't let her go She's still here fighting Better know there's life in her yet Time will take us all, and turn us into stones Hung over fragile bones She still remembers the time that was uncomplicated But sure as the sun rise, she's seen things that

So long and goodnight Things are better if I stay From every heart you break (heart you break) And like the blade you stain (blade you stain) Well, I've been holding on tonight What's the worst thing I can say And if you carry on this way Just like the

All in the name of God and country All in the name Forever lost in comparisons Between you and the better man Yeah you're always so quick To take a bow I've got to laugh at your circus sympathy And your postcard sincerity Don't you ever get tired Of

But I'm stuck in colder weather Maybe tomorrow will be better Can I call you then He said I wanna see you again She said you're ramblin' man You ain't ever gonna change You gotta gypsy soul to blame And you were born for leavin' She'd trade Colorado if

DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dikes But