I’m comin’ back I’m comin’ back to outlast every outcast Like a hammer to a landmine You better stick to what you know ‘Cause I ain’t playing just to rewind I’m just feeding my appetite (I’m just feeding my appetite) Don’t you know I broke the mold? It’s

Though I know I'll never lose affection For people and things that went before And I know I'll often stop and think about them In my life, I love you more There are places I remember All my life, though some have changed Some forever, not for better Some

Where's that space of fear you hide? Have you gone way beyond the center Out there in space I know you need to get even Tell me the one about the hand that holds you down Because the bruise on your face, it always seems to stay around And tell me the one

Every time I go out, I'm goin to smoke out I buy it don't even know the price As long as I live it, come pay me a visit, And I'll be somewhere up in the sky My nigga it's 'bout to go down, oh We fly, it's not lie, that we high, 'til we die, oh I've been

When the only thing you want is The only thing that you can't have When the part that you can't take is Knowing you can't take it back She's on the good side, goodbye On the right sight of free And you're on the wrong end of a long night On the left side

And never do what I used to And tell myself to think forward I will show I believe And I hold you up and know that you're all I see in the light I believe, I believe You can keep me a drip of the light that you see (Only if I could see) You would be

Feels like my life is ready to blow Me and my love we'll take it slow I hope she knows that I'll love her long I just don't know where the hell I belong She remembers my name How optimism led me astray Two hundred things I took the wrong way But I saw

When the only thing you want is The only thing that you can't have When the part that you can't take is Knowing you can't take it back She's on the good side, goodbye On the right sight of free And you're on the wrong end of a long night On the left side

Bad time for a good time, baby You should know about it by now I'm sorry, but you've called at a bad time And every time is probably gonna be a bad time I'm sorry, but it's not like the last time Where you were calling me and hoping for a good time Now I

He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah Sell the kids for food