I won't show I'm vulnerable I won't give in first I will hold out with my love I will not be hurt I'm gonna love myself More than anyone else I'm gonna treat me right I'm gonna make you say

Adam raised a Cain (yeah) Oh oh, oh oh oh oh Oh oh, oh oh oh oh (hey) In the summer that I was baptized My father held me to his side As they put me into the water He said how on that day I cried We were prisoners of love, a love in chains He was

That's what's going to save me Well it's a new year, with it comes more than new fears. Met a young man who was in tears, he asked me, "What induces us to stay here?" I said, "I don't know much and I'm not lying, But I think you just have to keep on

I'm so much cooler online Chat with two women at one time Yeah I'm cooler online I'm 6'5 and I look damn good It turns girls on that I'm mysterious I tell 'em I don't want nothing serious 'Cause even on a slow day I can have a three way I work down at

Pick a star in the sky Wordplay, turns into gun play And gun play turns into pillow talk And pillow talk turns into sweet dreams Sweet dreams turns into coffee in the morning Coffee in the morning I don't wanna wake you I just wanna watch you sleep It's

Oh oh, oh, at least I'm not as sad as I used to be. Have you ever wondered about our old nu-metal friends and what became of them? Turns out I saw them a couple of days ago, They were laughing and drinking and smoking and singing. C'mon, can you count

I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound

Oh which way shall we go? Here we stand at this fork in the road We got no time to waste This old world's spinning out of control Which way shall we go? I can't believe this, it makes me sick While bullets shower the earth We turn our heads and cover our

We'll never be as young as we are now (Ohohohohohoh ohohoh ohohohohohoh) As young as we are now It's time to leave this old black and white town Let's seize the day, let's run away Don't let the colors fade to gray We won't wait for tomorrow It's too

Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time. And every cotton pickin' mornin' And in the days of my December I know I will remember I wake up with Becky Morgan And to this day I never got to work on time And in the days of our December I know we'll will remember