For I would have stood by you Right to the gates of hell Nothing to me You sat and watched As I nearly destroyed myself Never had I felt so betrayed That you would sacrifice my life For no more than your comfort And now your love means nothing

Don't hate the player Just hate the game You break the rules nigga, I'll do the same What you gonna do when they come for you? When they come for you? This is gonna come back around It's the ten wife commandments A step-by-step booklet for you to get 1,

On cold nights In a prayer for dawn But the daylight Isn't what she wants The concrete Calls my name again I'm falling Through the cracks I slip She got down on hands and knees, one ear against the ground,

You ain't gotta wait up, I ain't 'boutta save ya I'ma just be honest, I won't see you later I'ma keep it pushin', you should keep it pushin' We both know what's up, aye We were too young, not ready I was wide eyed, I loved heavy You, made me think

We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh oh oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stomping on the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it

Nobody stands in between me and my man It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did) Can't believe you played me out like

Look how much youth deh a jail house Mi never haffi deh a road Look how much youth deh a grave yard Mi never haffi deh yah don’t Suh mi haffi give thanks, yeah Dray Island haffi give thanks, yeah Dinero haffi give thanks, yeah Tell the devil keep him

It's a bad religion Taxi driver But boy you need prayer, I guess it couldn't hurt me If it brings me to my knees This unrequited love To me it's nothing but A one-man cult And cyanide in my Styrofoam cup I could never make him love me

Fuimos cayendo poco a poco en la rutina cruel Al ritmo crudo de este mundo de papel Que desierto y sed fue nuestra piel Volaron lejos ya cansadas de tanto esperar Las ilusiones que no pudimos lograr Esta es la verdad, nuestro destino Recuerdos, tristeza

Ay can’t stop getting paper Ay can’t stop rollin' papers Ay LSD and coca Ay live la vida loca Aye she gon' feed me grapes Ay we don’t go on dates Ay got a man at home but she love the way I taste Back shot back shot back shot back shot right behind the