What are we supposed to do After all that we've been through When everything that felt so right is wrong Now that the love is gone? There is nothing left to prove No use to deny this simple truth Can't find the reason to keep holding on Now that the love

Here we go again One more time She's back in town again I'll take her back again The phone will ring again I'll be her fool again I've been there before And I'll try it again But any fool knows

I'm so I'm so I'm so I'm so I'm so proud of you Everything's adding up, you've been through hell and back I know things get hard, but girl, you got it, girl, you got it, there you go Can't you tell by how they looking at you everywhere you go? Wondering

If ya want to get to get to know me it ain't that hard It's sitting on some Goodyears there in the yard Baptized in dirty water, handed down to me from my father Got some dents, got some dings, been my best friend since I was 16 If ya wanna know, wanna

Somebody, been sleeping in my bed (That's a bad thing to say but I think it's true) I know I should have been there but I was someplace else instead (Yes, and that's what makes it so bad) I had myself a real good woman, to hear my every call

There's no place like home No place like home There's no place I'd rather be than home It's been a long time on the road Without a soul to call my own I'm tired of talking to the cards I miss the flowers in the yard I'm gonna move out of the street

Shape shift, nose to the wind Shape shift, feeling I've been Move swift, all senses clean Off through the new day's mist I run Off from the new day's mist I have come I hunt therefore I am Harvest the land Taking of the fallen lamb We shift pulsing with

I found peace in your violence Can't tell me there's no point in trying I'm at one, and I've been quiet for so long I've been quiet for too long I'm at one, and I've been silent for so long Yeah, I'd rather be a lover than a fighter 'Cause all my life,

Maybach shit I'm Barry Gordy to the streets With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast I wanna be there when each one of my kids born Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased Even then I pray I'm living through

And I know, and I know it just doesn't feel like a night out With no one sizing you up I've never been so surreptitious So of course I'll be distracted when I spike the punch Please, leave all over coats, canes and top hats with the doorman I'm wrecking