Eyes on the hourglass As we sink into the sand Time's up, there's nothing we can do about it It's fine, love, 'cause I know I'mma live without it When I wake up in the morning I don't really want too much See this song but as a warning 'Cause you're too

Heaven sends A song through its doors Just as if it seems to know I'm exclusively yours Knowing this I feel but one way You will understand too In these words that I say I'll close my eyes To everyone but you

On a warm San Franciscan night This following program is dedicated to the city And people of San Francisco Who may not know it but they are beautiful And so is their city This is a very personal song So if the viewer cannot understand it Particularly

I got nobody to blame but me And I got nobody to blame but me I know right where I went wrong I know just what got her gone Turned my life into this country song She took down the photograph Of our wedding day Ripped it down the middle And threw my half

I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind that I put down in words And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done How wonderful life is, now you're in the world It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside

We were alone and I was singing this song for you You taught me precious secrets of the truth withholding nothing You came out in front and I was hiding But now I'm so much better and if my words don't come together Listen to the melody cause my love is

This is my heartbeat song and I'm gonna play it Oh up up all night long Been so long I forgot how to turn it up up up up all night But I know you can take it up up up up all night You, where the hell did you come from? You were a different, different

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up) Aye, what's in ya cup Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough Throw ya hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Throw yo hands up

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Come on, come on (take money) Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Nigga, we hit em' up I think y'all gonna like this next song When this song drops, I want all the West

This time it's my way, ah, my way This is not a love song This is not a sing along But ladies, are you with me? I know that you're with me Add a little sugar, they say Be a little sweeter, they say Gotta give and take, but I say Be a little proper, they