I'm better as a memory than as your man I move on like a sinner's prayer Letting go like a levee breaks Walk away as if I don't care Learn to shoulder my mistakes I'm built to fade like your favorite song I get reckless when there's no need Laugh as your

Smoke it out Don't let em get me Here we go! Pack your bags we gotta leave this town for good Don't complain, I've never done these things before Flashing lights in the rearview, hit the gas If one things for sure- I will be going fast! Step on the gas

Mama been laid off Papa been laid off Billy can't get a job Don't let them stay home and listen to the blues My brother's been laid off For more than two years now Ooh can't get a job Ooh they gotta listen to the blues Help them to strive

They don't wanna see me love you Wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me Revealing the layers to my soul Cause I'm from a tribe called check a hoe I been waiting

Let the good times roll I don't care if you're young or old So let the good times roll Don't sit there mumblin', talkin' trash Go out and get together, let the good times roll Let them roll, let them roll Let them roll, let them roll all night long Hey,

I know you don't love me, but still I burn for you. I know you don't love me, this flame won't die, it's true. My soul bared completely, don't seem enough for you. I know you don't love me, but the message can't get through. Maybe you're missing a

My father told me These are the nights that never die One day my father he told me "Son, don't let it slip away" "When you get older Your wild heart will live for younger days Think of me if ever you're afraid" He said, "One day you'll leave this world

Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better Hey Jude, don't be afraid You were made to go out and get her The minute you let her under your skin Then you begin to

Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down On these clowns, can I get a witness? Marshall, sounds like an S.O.S. Holy whack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right!

Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at Let's get it homeboy! Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all man! T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that? King of the South! Hey! Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't