I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' 420 up in London Me and Murda, we up to somethin' I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband Murda, Murda, Murda shit I'm a problem, called her a "bust man" I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fort

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

Does it almost feel like How am I gonna be an optimist about this? And the walls kept tumbling down In the city that we love Grey clouds roll over the hills Bringing darkness from above But if you close your eyes, Nothing changed at all? And if you close

Everything happens to me Black cats creep across my path Until I'm almost mad I must have 'roused the devil's wrath Cause all my luck is bad I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains I

The way you almost held my hand, dear The time you kissed my cheek The words that never left your lips, love But I heard week after week The waltzes that we left untaken The glances drove us mad The life we didn't live together And the love that we

It almost feels like it was just a dream All these memories of you and me So far from home Brave enough to take this road Out on my own Blown away in the summer breeze It almost feels like we just never were All the time we spent was just a blur

Mister Vice President Mister Madison Senator Burr What is this? We have the check stubs, from separate accounts Almost a thousand dollars, paid in different amounts To a Mister James Reynolds way back in Seventeen ninety-one

Everything happens to me Black cats creep across my path Until I'm almost mad I must have 'roused the devil's wrath Cause all my luck is bad I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains I

Standing in the eye of the storm My eyes start to roll To the curl of your lips In the center of eclipse Glow is low and its dimming And the silence is ringing And I can almost feel your breath I can almost feel the rest Night is young and we're living

And P.S. if this is Austin I still love you She left without leavin' a number Said she needed to clear her mind He figured she'd gone back to Austin 'Cause she talked about it all the time It was almost a year before she called him up Three rings and an