You'll be okay You will understand The sun will rise To better days Just close your eyes And let it rain 'Cause you're never alone And I will always be there You just carry on

Can you believe me when I say, there's nothing I like better, Than just to sit here and talk with you. Although I'll rant and I'll rave about one thing and another The beauty of it is, hope you'll agree, though I'm a poor boy, I can still be happy, As

It's getting closer now We're better off without you Feel the pressure I can feel the pressure Feeling empty, I can Some things I'll never know And I had to let them go Tell me where our time went And if it was time well spent

But you'll think of me Take your memories I don't need 'em And take your cap and leave my sweater In fact I'll feel a whole lot better 'Cause we have nothing left to weather Take your records, take your freedom Take your space and take your reasons So

You've been through what I've been through man Old boots, new dirt, no reminders I've got a feeling this town will get me over her Nothing feels better than old boots, new dirt A cup of coffee from a waitress I ain't ever met She asked, "Are you just

It's like an angel came by, and took me to heaven (It's like you took me to heaven girl) Cause when I stare in your eyes It couldn't be better That I'll never let you go Ooh no, ooh no, ooh Let the music blast We gon' do our dance Bring the doubters on

Whatever you want, you're gonna get it! You ain't happy less you got one Ain't gonna shoot the place up Just for fun Maybe he wants to die for the money Maybe he wants to kill for his country Whatever he wants, he's gonna get it! You better strip it down

It's gonna be better It's gonna be When it's just us, you show me what it feels like to be lonely You show me what it feels like to be lost We could be closer I'll take your hand for you to let it go let it go let it go let it go I know it's not over

But you'll think of me Take your memories I don't need 'em And take your cap and leave my sweater In fact I'll feel a whole lot better 'Cause we have nothing left to weather Take your records, take your freedom Take your space and take your reasons So

DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dikes But