Can't help but think about the situation Tryna get to see but my mind's racing Only got each other we can turn to Lying here, I know they'll never break you free You ain't got no money, I ain't got no time All these faces lookin' funny when I'm drivin'

If you don't look into your mind and find out what you're running from tomorrow might just be another day to run If you just sit and waste your time you'll be going where you're coming from (think about that) tomorrow might be just another day to run

Going, withering away I'm about to blow up on anyone in my way My anger's set to show up, at any time today I don't care, they say my angel glow is subsiding I'm sliding outside of these high beams and I won't dare Try to mend this tear, I love I'm

(Oh yeah) I'll be down by the river Waiting for the good Lord to pass my way Singing songs of joy on this lovely day I heard about this little tale long time ago But never had the faith to believe in my soul (yeah) Now mother sent to me three little

I swear I'll do Anything that I have to 'Til I forget about you. Dance hard, laugh more Turn the music up now Party like a rock star Can I get a what now? Jump up, fall down Gonna play it loud now.

You've talking about your woman, I wish to God, man, that you could see You're talking about your woman, I wish to God that you could see mine Every time the little girl start to loving, she bring eyesight to the blind Lord, her daddy must been a

That you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody

Ah, girl, girl Is there anybody going to listen to my story All about the girl who came to stay? She's the kind of girl You want so much, it makes you sorry Still you don't regret a single day When I think of all the times I tried so hard to leave her

Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? Wake up, nigga, wake up I've been outta my mind a long time Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us We bout to get this paper I'm a Chicago south sider Money

Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Sometimes I look up to the sky When I die, put my ashes in the trash bag I don't care where they go Don't waste your money on my gravestone I'm more concerned about my soul Everybody's gon' die