Do it without ya Be here without ya! There’s no way I can make it without you Be here without ya It’s no fun when you’re doing it solo With you it’s like whoa! Yeah and I know I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I own this dream Cause I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I got you with me!

Say how you lay at night Tired of that nigga Shit feels much better It's a match made and heaven sent, set in fires in hell Overdue for your lovin' baby, I don't want no one else Ain't no way I would do you dirty What you're doing to me Ain't no way that

I just wanna ball in the wraith With your broad in the way And I wanna, I'ma take my shot Leave your daughter with the papers Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing Before you were getting going, I was getting to it I pray to God, is

Ooh la la la It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump It's the natural LA that the refugees bring A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with

My mind I'm gonna lose it Gotta smile that leads to something that I shouldn't be doing I can tell by the way you're laughin' Trouble lookin' for a place to happen You stand out out on the dance floor Song stops and I want more 'Cause I know I'm gonna

I forgive you No shame, no blame 'Cause the damage is done And I forgive you We were just a couple of kids Trying to figure out how to live Doing it our way I forgive you, I forgive me We were busy living the dream

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

Why we taking time, time, time, time? (What? Why we?) I'm going out my way, way (I'm going out my way) I won't make you wait, wait (nah, never) I wouldn't make you wait, wait (nah, nah) Not into wasting time I was just doing fine Should I find something

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

Hey what ever happened to waiting your turn Doing it all by hand, 'cause when everything is handed to you It's only worth as much as the time put in It all just seems so good the way we had it Back before everything became automatic Quarter in a payphone