You wanna be high for this Open your hand Take a glass Don't be scared I'm right here Even though You don't roll Trust me girl You don't know

Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah 'Cause growing pains are keeping me up at night And I guess the bad can get better Gotta be wrong before it's right Every happy phrase engraved in my mind There's truth in every word I write But still the growing pains, growing

Can you forgive me for the way I love you? I love you from a distance I love you, so persistent You come so persistent Question is, can you forgive baby All that hustlin', hustlin', hustlin' Lead to nothin', nothin', nothin' My shawty had an abortion for

Give it, babe Need bitches, need bitches Want money? Got clout Before I show you the money, let me spot you the bill Give it, babe, give it, babe Love me, love me for profit, I can make you go down I can show you the money if you wanna go out When you're

'Cause I want to be anarchy, I am an anti-Christ And I am an anarchist Don't know what I want, but I know how get it I want to destroy, possibly? 'Cause I want to be anarchy, no dog's body Anarchy for the U.K It's coming sometime, it may be

Glory, glory hallelujah His truth is marching on Look away, look away, look away Dixieland Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton Old times they are not forgotten Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie

I got the juice, nigga I got the juice Nigga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe When I hop out the coupe Real niggas I'mma salute Cause I got the juice, nigga I got the juice Cause I got the juice Rather he cross boss 'fore I split my steak with

My perspective on life is pain Sponge textured soul so porous i can't drain I just absorb violations of the pledge You swore to me your perjury Detours the life of my child Chicanery from you for me violates natural instincts in you Dissolve does the

Country comfort and a truck that's goin' back home Soon the pines will be falling everywhere As the village children fight each other for their share And the six-o-nine goes roaring past the creek As Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week I saw

Before I tear, tear out my eyes I am awakened I'll just admit they're part of me (they're part of me) The storm is coming and I have a choice To accept nature or lose my voice Shall I scream and plead for nothing Or build a roof over my head? I mourn the