'Cause we have had enough All the violence has touched every part of our lives Our innocence is gone tonight We have had enough In my head there is a riot Turn the channel on the tv Another boy shot tonight I can't believe what I am seeing A body bag, a

LD (Dave): "Actually, you know what" LD's Mom (Jean): "I don't, I-I will say one thing. I'd rather you sleep in a hotel downtown than sleep at your friend's house. You need a good night's sleep." Dave: "Ha, why?" Jean: "Well, because you're gonna get up

Dusting off your savior Always my man, all in a hand And now I see you in a beautiful and different light Call out my name, call and I came Well, you were always my favorite To celebrate you is greater Now that I can, always my man Now you see what I

It must be love it must be love I fall like a sparrow and fly like a dove You must be the dream I've been dreamin' of Oh what a feelin' it must be love First I get cold then hot Think I'm on fire I'm not Oh what a pain I've got it must be love There's

Goyard duffle, yeah yeah Got that Draco in it, yeah yeah Whip a chicken, yeah yeah Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah And I got that Glock, yeah yeah I got thirty shots, yeah yeah Got your baby mama, yeah yeah She bent over nigga, yeah yeah Young Savage

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light Her .38 special, boys, it do very well Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night? Ah-oh boy,

Cool it baby Wine it like yuh rule it baby Gyal sit dung C–k it up and then yo cool it baby Gyal cool it baby Gyal yuh hot fi real Yo meck man a act foolish baby Mi love whn gyal star movie like soap Lose dem self when mi twist dem rope

Well I'm forming and I'm warning The stadium arcadium A mirror to the moon (a mirror to the moon) State of the art Until the clouds come crashing Stranger things have happened Both before and after noon (before and after noon) Pushin' myself And no I

Thank you girl from Broken Bow who shot an arrow through my heart Thank you mama for the roll and Thank you daddy for the rock Most of all, most of all Thank you uncle Dean for teaching me La Bamba on guitar Every no I ever heard Sure feel good to laugh

North of heaven, south of Santa Fe Somewhere north of heaven Where eagles fear to fly Where the sun burns hot as the devil's gate The desert meets the sky Tattooed on my memory is the image of an angel's face Where the rain don't fall and the grass don't