Not the same since my younger days, so far I came Feel my pain 'til I can't complain, 'cause I'ma slide for a minute Till I rise in the business, make a billion show my niggas what up In this life, middle fingers up I dont fuck with a 9 to 5 I keep it

So what, so what We can get sauced up Forever we're young, we'll never get old 'Cause when I get sauced up I be like so what I don't want no problems, I want power I'm drivin', you follow Blame it on drunk love We can explain it all tomorrow

Somehow I will break and destroy you And reveal what was hidden in plain view This disguise was designed To deflect what I couldn't show you Disappear into darkness Time is the enemy! Bring me the head, rip the heart from my chest 'cause the person that

Uh ah, uh ho Yeah, she's gotta have soul Or it won't feel right Well, just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice n' tight And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me, woh It's gettin' hard to find

Simply amazing (you are), simply amazing (you are) Every breath I breathe, for the life I need And I know I might not deserve it I cant really explain what it is she does But um, whatever it is It's um, simply, simply amazing Her head is on my chest, sun

Living life, Life in the fast lane, Not that bad, No, we can't complain, Who's to say, That we won't keep it real, Hold on tight, Don't you dare let go, Now's the time

Hey somewhere You threw your fear in the sea of no cares When you're in love there's no time and no space There's a permanent smile on your face Your friends all complain that you're going insane But the truth is they're just afraid When you decide that

I'm not havin' on a good day. But as you can plainly see On a good day, when I think about her I only cry a couple hundred tears On a good day, when I can't forget about her I can dull the pain with just a couple beers On a good day I can even fake a

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city Got to get a grip If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip I can't explain how to be a fat city You gotta live large, gotta

Early one morning With time to kill Crossing the plain My brother's rifle I borrowed Jebb's rifle And sat on a hill I saw a lone rider I drew a bead on him