Our honeymoon Dreaming away your life Say you want me too We both know that it’s not fashionable to love me But you don’t go 'cause truly there’s nobody for you but me We could cruise to the blues Wilshire Boulevard if we choose Or whatever you want to do

You made me Everything that I am You called me names 'till I became a name Now that's all that I understand Now the joke's on you 'cause the whole damn world's at the palm of the fool's hand Now the fool's got to choose And the joker's in the smoker with

Open your eyes Ahora los ojos Its time to get lost in my music you get lost don't confuse it I was born for this shit so I never had to choose it I would kill for the chance to get on you get off I'm not sayin that I'm hard I'm just sayin you soft The

No turning back You stop and say hey to a stranger And where will it lead? Who can know? But you learn how to love the not-knowing So here I go You choose and then everything changes Take a breath and then fly off the cliff

(Throw ya hands up, let's ride) (To the city of the scene) (Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor) (Shake it Westside) Six million ways to mob, choose one (Some-some-something about the West Coast) It's somethin' in the water (Something

We got that bad love, but it taste like medicine I never had love, so I learned to settle quick I guess I never thought I'd have to choose Between paradise and you And now I'm free, I'm free, yeah Now I'm free I still creep on your 'Gram, oh See you with

And you save me In the mornings I was anxious It's better just to stay in bed Didn't want to fail myself again Running through all the options And the endings Were rolling out in front of me But I couldn't choose a thread to begin

I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops I just had some bitches and I made them lip lock I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out We got purple Activis, I thought it was a drought Bitch I'ma choose the dirty over you You know I ain't

Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose Look, I don't dance now I make money moves Say I don't gotta dance

I choose death before dishonor I'd rather die than live down on my knees Bury me like a soldier, with my dignity! Bury me! (Bury me!) To the haters, the takers, the liars, all the vultures and the bottom feeding scum The FCC, the FBI and every tin god