Natural as the way we came to be It's never as good as the first time Good times they come and they go Never going to know Never as good as the first time Second time won't live up to the dream Second time is not quite what it seemed As the first time,

Tats on my face (Tats) This Backwood an eighth (Hey) Your trash, you're waste I was on the Nawf smoking on shake (Nawf) Thirty round on the Glock make you shake (Baow) Chasing the bag, I race (Bag) I make a plain bitch great (Plain bitch) Look in his

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

Why can't you be happy for me? (Hey, hey, hey) why do you always wanna put me down (Hey, hey, hey) when I was cheering for you from the crowd Whatever it is, whatever I've got You want it all for yourself Why can't you be happy for anyone else? Anyone

They're feeding you lies With calculating smiles With slaves made of the human mind As long as you kneel to their authority Religion, it's what makes you blind They speak of love and tolerance They prey on people's ignorance To make you all Slaves of fear

For they always bring me tears I can't forgive the way they rob me All the snow has turned to water Christmas days have come and gone Broken toys and faded colors Are all that's left to linger on I hate graveyards and old pawn shops Of my childhood

'ken sy my nommer?' xha! boy what's your number? Twee ses? twee sewe? of is jy n ag bra? Daai bra anies hy's n fokken gam bra Haai! daai anies hy lam innie mang ja Sny jou koekie, sny-sny jou snoekie cookie! Cut it-cut it- hey kitty kitty kitty! There

Oh why, children send your child off to die In the streets of chalk where they lie Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry Dear God (When thugs cry) Oh why, does it have to be this way, our Children of today won't stay wise (thugs cry) Let the children hear

Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow All I give a fuck about is that dinero They say "You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?" I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow The British are here The Bay is here, you know? Pull up in that Bruce Wayne

Want to whole lotta love Ah-keep it cooling baby I'm gonna give you my love A-way, way down inside Whole lotta love I'm gonna give ya my love My, my, my, my Hey, oh, hey, oh A-keep it cooling baby