Why you talk so loud? Why you talk so? Passing grammatical mistakes Totally wrecked and polemic in the way he talks Vocal sabbatical, delayed by churning out the same We don't got alarms we just use my dad's arms Excess until we stop hearts I think

She wants to get on down Get down, down, get down, down Get down, down, down, down, down Don't fall in love, love, nothin' to say Won't let your story get off the ground Don't let your feelin's get in the way She spends the daytime being a lady But when

When I come around No time to search the world around 'Cause you know where I'll be found I heard you crying loud, all the way across town Cause you been searching for that someone And it's me out on the prowl As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself

Bring all my people with me I've got my hands on it, I've gotta find a way I've got my hands on it, I've gotta find a way out Hands by your side Keep your hands by your side Your hands by your side (soon will be your time) Deeper in and deeper still use

I can't tell you why And I can't tell you why Every time I try to walk away Something makes me turn around and stay Look at us baby, up all night Tearing our love apart Aren't we the same two people who live Through years in the dark?

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli That's it! all these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin' back what's mine Laughing you motherfuckers can't

You're always summer breaking Summer is gone (See how they play) (You're gonna need someone to break your fall) Driving through Ghost-town Metal horses a thousand feet high Pulling your top down In the back of some pretty boy's ride

Da, da, da, uh, uh Down, down, down Uh, da, da, da, uh, uh Show me a piece of your heart, a piece of your love I'm calling you up to getting down, down, down The way that we touch is never enough Show me a piece of you, show me a part of you I'll be what

Moonlight in Vermont Pennies in a stream Falling leaves a sycamore Gentle finger waves Ski trails down a mountain side Snowlight in Vermont Telegraph cables, how they sing down the highway As they travel each bend in the road And when people meet, in

All I've got, all I've got is insane I push my fingers into my eyes It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache But it's made of all the things I have to take Jesus it never ends, it works it's way inside If the pain goes on, I'm not gonna make it If