I'm looking for you Drifting on a memory Ain't no place I'd rather be Than with you, loving you Day will make a way for night All we'll need is candlelight And a song soft and long, well

These will be the years The lights will all appear But now they're mine The sun hits like a bullet of faith And then suddenly I'm wide awake Fake bliss, our apologies made Was an enemy with no escape My hands were tied

And when your dreams have come to end How will you buy your happiness? And when your self is all you have left With what will you fill your emptiness? Mirror, mirror on the wall Who’s the ugliest of them all? Severed, crawling like spiders Injecting

Strip it down, down, down Back to you and me like it used to be When it was an old back road with an old school beat Cowboy boots by your little bare feet Let it out, tell me right now Everything I need in them white cotton sheets Dirty dance me slow in

My mother said, to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song? I've heard a

Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful

You needed me You was just another nigga on the hit list Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch Didn't they tell you that I was a savage Fuck your white horse and a carriage Bet you never could imagine Never told you you could have it To feel a

Strip it down, down, down Back to you and me like it used to be When it was an old back road with an old school beat Cowboy boots by your little bare feet Let it out, tell me right now Everything I need in them white cotton sheets Dirty dance me slow in

Can I live 'til my last day Hittin' honies that be nasty Gettin' money in the fast way And I only care halfway But I still can't let you pass me Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) So it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight