(From Chitown to LA) Come on players Uh huh hey I remember when I back in the days When I ain't hot shit But now that I got shit Niggas want to keep up shit But it's all good watch me do this shit

She's not anyone Gonna write a song so she can see Give her all the love she gives to me Talk of better days that have yet to come Never felt this love from anyone Talking to the songbird yesterday Flew me to a past not far away She's a little pirate in

Memories of shadows haunt me From the years when I was young Things that used to terrify me Are the things, that I've become Bloody bone gon' get you And to this day There's a dark moon in the clouds Misty fog in the swamp Crickets chirpin' outside my

Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam And it came from It was just the next day his mother got a telegram It was addressed from Vietnam Now mistress Brown, she lives in the USA And this is what she wrote and said Don't be alarmed,

I just don't belong here, I hope you understand We might find a place in this world someday But at least for now, I gotta go my own away You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am (I'm trying to understand) I gotta go my own away Troy, listen I

I have always been a storm Every night that goes between I feel a little less As you slowly go away from me This is only another test Every day you do not come Your softness fades away Did I ever really care that much

Do you love me? Saturday comes slow Or is there nothing there? Lost in the magic From the last time This town turning My rose to desire In the limestone caves In the south west lands

Last Christmas I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away This year to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special Once bitten and twice shy I keep my distance but you still catch my eye Tell me baby do you recognize me? Well it's

Tell me you'll love me only And that you'll always let it be me I bless the day I found you I want to stay around you And so I beg you, let it be me Don't take this heaven from one If you must cling to someone Now and forever, let it be me Each time we

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress