You hold on to love that's gone Run a mile to see him smile But you don't know he's door to door playin' you for the fool Let him go, walk out your door And come to me I'm gonna set you free Now you look and there you go back to him, he's gonna do you in

Nightcrawler Straight out of hell One of a kind Stalking his victim Don't look behind you Beware the beast in black You know he's coming back Night Crawler Howling winds keep screaming round

I guess I wanted you more And lookin' back now I'm sure I wanted you more I don't need you anymore I kept waitin' on a reason In a call that never came No I never, saw it comin' Somethin' in you must have changed All the words unspoken, promises broken

So knives out I want you to know He's not coming back Look into my mouth Squash his head Put him in the pot I'm not coming back Don't look down

All of this, all of this Now I know why, I hide my love from you some days No I don't mind keeping this bottled inside me You came along, and tore this world out around me Looks like you found me Now I know why I felt like shit when I woke up this

Don’t look back And don’t look back If I (if I), don’t make it back before the sun (the sun) All you have to do is run (run) Just promise me you'll run (run) And promise me you run I feel the night approaching The moon calling me Reluctant eyes have

Like our lives depend on it We used to be loving, touching, kissin', f- How we did get to lying, crying, always fighting Why you lookin' at me with angry eyes? If we don't get back to loving, touching, kissin', f- How we ever gon' make it out alive? Oh,

To be young and in love Don't worry, baby To go nowhere in particular Back to work or the coffee shop Look at you kids with your vintage music Comin' through satellites while cruisin' You're part of the past, but now you're the future Signals crossing

It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time

Don't I look good? Yeah, baby, baby I'ma look good, I'm just talkin' 'bout sex, yeah Ooh, that's why I'm textin' my ex, oh no I'm just talkin' 'bout sex and I'm so ready for regrets I know you remember when way back in December we was in love, yeah I