It's got what it takes So tell me why can't this be love? Straight from my heart Oh, tell me why can't this be love? Oh here it comes That funny feeling again winding me up inside Every time we touch Hey I don't know Oh, tell me where to begin cause I

What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga You say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is

That's what's going to save me Well it's a new year, with it comes more than new fears. Met a young man who was in tears, he asked me, "What induces us to stay here?" I said, "I don't know much and I'm not lying, But I think you just have to keep on

The scream becomes a yawn I'll shut up and carry on When I get to the bottom of it I sink Seems like nothing I said Ever meant anything But a headline over my head Thought I made a stand Only made a scene There's no feast for the underfed

Here she comes Here she comes. Now here she comes She begins to steal the light Confusion throws another mystery. It's out of focus with the eye So now you wonder is this just a dream? She 's gonna cause a sensation now. And just between you and me

I tried to numb the pain But I can't get away Hiding behind this disguise The games I had to play The hell I had to pay Don't know where it went wrong But my love for this is gone Everything comes with a price Feels like I'm running in place

It's just you and I It's do or die (made this shit right here for any season) (Everybody know that it's the reason) Pull up with that new-new in the driveway So fast I double park that bitch sideways When it comes to life I do it my way Smoked out, 180

Approaching original violence To each his own Life can do with one less watered-down excuse If this is over you can tell me it's no use Use, just tell me it's over There comes a time when we can't take the same abuse We can't continue on like this Now

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? Should I leave them by your gate, Should I put them by your gate, With your mercury mouth in the

A hero comes home Though wide he may roam He goes where no one has gone He will return Out of the mist of history He'll come again