I'm just sitting In my car and Waiting for my girl. Why don't you ask the kids at Tienanmen Square? Was fashion the reason why they were there? They disguise it, Hypnotize it. Television made you buy it. Waiting for my She's scared that I will take her

Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours But I’ll never get

Sitting here, patching myself up Crying over what's left, 'cause Without you I ain't shit, but no pressure Guess I gotta learn my lesson I know that I've been swerving on this course Can't find me somewhere writin' when I'm wrong Girl, I'm just tryna see

'Cause even then I was infatuated with just sitting at the top And I don't owe nobody in the world no favors I started from the basement, made it to the skyscrapers I'm a successful nigga, I got shit going on I'm a successful Don, I got shit going on I

Gotta get him out my hair 'Cause he was just a dick and I knew it Got me going mad sitting in this chair Like I don't care I tried everything but it's useless He pushed me so far now I'm on the edge Make him disappear Go get him out my hair Switch it up

But do you feel like a young god? You know the two of us are just young gods And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with the

Ain't no whiskey strong enough to make things right I'm just getting over another sober Saturday night No, I'm not hungover it's true, but I'm still not over you All messed up, all strung out, I was sitting at home breaking down I'm not out there getting

This one's for my ride or die I'm just sitting here on my front porch singing If you ever need me around I'll be on the next train headed southbound I'll never let you down, I can't let you down Because when I couldn't get my feet on the ground You'd do

And I just wanna tell you And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don't I bet this time of night you're still up. I bet you're tired from a long hard week. I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the

2,4,6,8, who do you appriciate, 2,4,6,8, who do you appriciate, Please say that boy is me I'm the one who wants to be your baby Get up early to see you in the morning But you just past me by havin' a quarter Sitting in the corner With you I share my