How does it feel, how does it feel? Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone To be on your own, with no direction home Once upon a time you dressed so fine Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People call say 'beware doll, you're bound

I'll keep running When you think you're on your own To the place where I belong I'm still coming home When my heart is ready to burst, When the world spins in reverse When you go, turn down the light No one's here to hold you in the night When our

Who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul And tearing love apart And now you want me one more time So don't come back for me Don't come back for me

Ooh ahh, love yourself Take no chances, fuck that nigga I say ooh, ahh What you doin'? Laying in a bikini Yeah I'm okay. What are you doing? I'm in the studio

Comfortable here I feel comfortable here Yo, I'm comfortable doing work in the studio I'm comfortable giving fans an unruly show Even if I gotta take a voyage like Coolio To rocket I'm with it but outside that shit is bootyhole No interviews with Tech

One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute, dressed in

Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the

And I tell my friend to tell them that I'm not at home While I'm at the studio building new song But they're not the same age as I am So school girl'. Hello? Hello I hear school girl callin', Callin' me on my phone I tell flavor tell them gyptian ain't

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks