She's out there rolling down some old interstate Probably cranking up some new freedom song Wide open, wide open, won't pick up the phone While I'm dying here tonight Staring goodbye in the face Saying I love you too late Wide open, wide open, couldn't

Baby I'm addicted Is you're the only reason I'm trying But you're the drug that keeps me from dying Baby I'm a lair but all I really know I lose it all Have I told you how good It feels to be me When I'm in you I can only stay clean

Live Sheck Wes, bitch, I'm dying Sheck Wes (bitch) Live Sheck Wes, bitch, I'm dying Sheck Wes (flex) Live Sheck Wes, bitch, I'm dying Sheck Wes (gang, gang, gang, gang) Live Sheck Wes, bitch, I'm dying Sheck Wes (bitch, bitch) Live Sheck Wes, bitch, I'm

A question for the new Prime Minister How'd you have a heart so sinister? How are you so wasteful when people are dying in Somalia Afghanistan, Egypt, Libya? The irony is we have no business in Syria But kids are getting killed for all the business in

And I can't exist without you I can't exist without you And I can't do this without you I'm dying here without you You are my God You are my soul You're my savior In a devil's robe You are my drug

I want to bring You all that is in my heart I want to bring You my everything But I've failed You so many times How can I stand here before You When I begin to steal what only belongs to You I am able to bring You nothing that isn't already Yours I am so

Must I get a witness? for all this misery There's no need to, brothers everybody can see That its one more time in the ghetto you know One more time if you please now One more time to the dying man They say one more time if you please The old lady kicks

Dress me up in stitches It's now or never Tired of wearing black and blue They crawl along Dying to get my blood on you Blood on you I can be your right of way So we can get out of here I've always been the one

Or stuffed into a cell I'm caught between the feeling Of being pulled apart The Truth of my heart Is like a repressed tale A censored and silenced story Repression or restraint It is a delicate balance

I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to) Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters (Your secret's out) And it's mind over you don't, don't matter But we