They don't wanna see me love you Wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me Revealing the layers to my soul Cause I'm from a tribe called check a hoe I been waiting

Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all Like to take a cement fix Be a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain

I see the future There's no way out of this dark place No hope, no future I know I can't be free and I can't see another way I can't face another day I see the path from this dark place I can see the Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone But there's nothing

Buju be and Red Rat love dem bad Without gal pickney What kind of fun we woulda have RR: When we see dem we glad Miles upon miles whey mi ready to trod, can't tired BB: I don't know what them have Like magnet to steel RR: That's why a nuff we have, me

You are, you are, you are my everything And it's taken me a lot to say So it's time to push my pride away I've cried enough tears to see my own reflection in them And then it was clear I can't deny I really miss it To think that I was wrong I guess you

Let it go, let it go Let the storm rage on Don't let them in, don't let them see Can't hold it back anymore The cold never bothered me anyway Here I stand Snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a foot print to be seen A kingdom of isolation, and

So pride yourself on what you are, And hold them all to words they can't take back, I've seen a place (it comes) to me in dreams Where fires die but light still shines for us to see So come test me, so come break me, So come on intoxicate me With hands

Hey you've got to hide your love away Here I stand head in hand Turn my face to the wall If she's gone I can't go on Feeling two foot small Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can see them laugh at me And I hear them say

No matter where you go on earth you can't outrun it I've heard scientists, Get confused when you ask them to define it, Cause its a miracle, It keeps the universe we see from ever dying, And the stars from falling, Though we can't see it It must true And

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws You can't help but hollering, yee haw! When you see them pretty little country queens Man you gotta admit that's in them jeans Ain't nothing wrong, just