I recall when I used to come home never had a dime But Lord I always had a good time And I recall drinkin' wine with one of my friends Lord, I can't go back again Am I losin' my own way back home Am I losin' a good friend that I've known Am I losin'

Ain't nothing like the real thing Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby No, no, ain't nothing like the real thing, baby Oh honey, I got your picture hangin' on the wall But it can't see or come to me when I call your name I realize it's just a picture

If my man was fighting Some unholy war I would be behind him Straight shook up beside him With strength he didn't know It's you I'm fighting for He can't lose with me in tow I refuse to let him go At his side, and drunk on pride

I can't explain it, but you're gonna love this So crazy outrageous, simply unstoppable Blah, yeah, simple Honey, I'm a fine boy, no pimples I've done deja-vu with the dimples And fuckin' everybody wants me on their single My mom 44 years with no wrinkles

When will you call? Now we're through Call me! Call me! Call! I can't sleep, and I can't eat And I won't until I hear your voice Gotta start a new life without you Call me lady, call me when you get a chance Three in the morn, tossing and turning

I'm coming alive You can't hide the feeling Feels so good and it feels so right You came along like a lightning bolt from heaven Then you stole my heart and you set me free From the morning sun to the midnight hour From the break of day to the dark of

I know, I know We movin' Diego, Diego Just made 100, I need 8 more We all in Margiela I'm the new Tony Montana nigga These niggas is jealous They just can't understand a nigga no They move on my say so, my say so .30 on my hip, nuevo

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

Hope I'm feeling this good when it's Monday morning Been doing my own thing, can't say that I'm sorry And I can only pray someday that we'll all be More than just okay, we can be so free And I can get fly with ya, ride with ya, shine with ya, yeah I can

Sweet Indian maiden, since first I met you, I can't forget you, Cherokee sweetheart. Child of the prairie, your love keeps calling, My heart enthralling, Cherokee. Dreams of summertime, of lover time gone by, Throng my memory so tenderly, and sigh. My