Look down, look down Don't look 'em in the eye Look down, look down, You're here until you die Now prisoner 24601 Your time is up and your parole's begun You know what that means Yes, it means I'm free

Fast company You're going nowhere, you're going nowhere fast Now, where you going? Now, what's the rush? You listen here No, you just hush I know what you think That man don't know anything But I've been around a while

I don't wanna know about your new man 'Cause if it was meant to be You wouldn't be callin' me up tryin' to 'Cause I'm positive that he don't wanna know about me We'll get there eventually I know you're missin' all this kind of love But I'm positive that

I leave the light on I want to live I don't know much about it I seen myself with a dirty face, I cut my luck with a dirty ace I went from zero to minus ten I drank your wine then I stole your man I leave the light on,

Baby, please don't go Before I be your dog Turn your lamp down low You know your man down gone You brought me way down here Baby, please don't go Down to New Orleans, you know I love you so I get you way'd out here, and let you walk alone I beg you all

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man You don't know how lucky you are You shouldn't spend your whole life wishin' For something bound to fall apart Every time you're feeling empty Better thank your lucky stars If you ever felt one breaking You'd never want a heart

Run for cover Run while you can, baby, don't look back You gotta run for cover Don't be afraid of the fear, that's a played out trap, man You know you're not the only one And don't look back, just run for cover She's running What have you gathered to

I found me a better man Better man who loved me Better that, better that Better than you ever could I get so out of control I don’t wanna know anymore You grease my pen but I done your cat He got me feeling so fine He thought the sun had to shine

I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’ Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’ Damn, damn what they say about me? I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch I

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's