It's never too late Maybe we'll turn it all around 'Cause it's not too late Even if I say It'll be alright Still I hear you say You want to end your life Now and again we try To just stay alive

Sayin' heaven had it out to make you wings And all those things that you were gonna do Are just tear drops rainin' on a church pew So I'm gonna try to say before I gotta pray it Hopin' that he's lookin' down And tell him that I love him while he's still

I'm not around that much Running exhausted and lost If it could be undone Will it have costed? It's taught and lost Blowing away we stray, wilted Insuited, at fault What if the day had stayed in bed These baubles we've brought

All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down Screaming like ayo Fuck 'em both like ayo I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home But don't be acting like I need you I'ma take her ass down when she bring her friend around We popping like

Baby, let me be good to you I'll do anything you want me to Your love has brought me around Every time I was feeling down But I'm so glad you give me everything I got Now sit in your easy chair What you wantâ??I'll bring it there Even good can be better

Cause you know that in the end But I'm still in love You've been lyin' I've been cryin' You've been messin' I've been guessin' 'bout you You've been cheatin' I've been creepin' around You've been leavin'

Breathe for a minute My dreams are made of gold Breathe for a minute breathe for a minute I'll be okay California, don't let me down Seas of golden But there's trouble all around He once was a waiter now he's a singer Making money on the street

When Johnny comes Marching home again He's coming by bus or underground A woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so beaten in fear An' it was just around the corner in the English civil war It was still at the stage of clubs and fists When that

Go ahead and be a freak girl 'Cause I will be a freak until the night, until the dawn We have off for the night till the early morning You wanna know I'll take you around the hood do the gangsta lean 'Cause we can fuck any time of day it's all good for

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see