Love of my life can't you see What it means to me Love of my life Love of my life - you've hurt me You've broken my heart and now you leave me Bring it back, bring it back Don't take it away from me, because you don't know Love of my life don't leave me

It's so hard when it doesn't come easy It's so hard It's so hard when it doesn't come fast To prove everybody wrong Back when we started We didn't know how hard it was Living on nothing But what the wind would bring to us Now we've got something

How could I break away from you? Something good will come out of this I lay awake at night envisioning A trace from the past This heavy heart of mine, it never fails To bring me right back Now I see us walking down cedar lane Slowing, the sunshine passed

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up nigga "I wanted to bring back that reality, Nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin' Mike

I’ma get up in your mind right now Make you feel like dying right now I’ma make you pray to God To the good old Lord for a sign right now To the good old Lord I'ma bring it back to the basics Everything is fine, everything is so fine I wish you would, I

I'm gonna bring it on home, now I'm gonna bring it on home to you I done bought my ticket, I got my load Conductor done hollered, "All, aboard" Take my seat and ride way back And watch this train move down the track I think about the good times I once

If you want it like that you should show me Help me now, let me know Come on let me know, let me know I'm good either way Either way, uh Um whatcha say? What's going on? Good either way Either way, uh (gonna bring it back just like she owe me)

Bring her back to me, bring her back to me (Ooh, ooh, do wade, ooh, ooh, do wade) They don't know that you're coming back to me One day the train will stop and they will see I know the train will bring you home I hope and pray it won't be long (Ooh, ooh,

Blame it on the bag You can blame it on the bag If you wonderin’ why I changed up Tell ‘em the money is why I changed up I’m gettin' high smokin’ with angels You know I can hate that’s what a lame does Bring it back stackin’ this money But I still can’t

Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Out of the way kids Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks Back to the smack, lickin' the powder bags Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it Three in