Take your best shot Show me what you got Honey, I'm not afraid Rear back and take aim And fire away Honey load up your questions And pick up your sticks and your stones And pretend I'm a shelter for heartaches

Don't want us to lose what we are Don't question it You ain't gotta question it You already know the answer The truth don't make us relevant Hurts but it's necessary Lose what we are So they can't help but to come and hate on it They see what we got and

Something you call real I don't think that I've got Time for these scars to heal And the days just go by, Leaving questions in my mind I guess I'll find the answers Some day in another life For once in my life I do wanna feel Take my breath away, I don't

I heard a voice callin' out to me Might've been a vision might've been a dream It said some things will come and some will go We're only here a moment don't you know I don't claim to have all the answers And I've got my share of questions But if I don't

So don't ask me no questions And I won't tell you no lies So don't ask me 'bout my business And I won't tell you goodbye Well, every time that I come home Nobody wants to let me be It seems that all the friends I've got Just got to come interrogate me I

I said now, mmm Don't misunderstand Come on, baby I'm okay how you come and go I don't mind if you ebb and flow River-bound or a river stream I don't question what the future means Who we are is what we got

I just got one question that you might not be ready for But I really gotta know Does it feel, feel like you never gon' find nothing better? Soon as you hang up the phone Does it feel (does it feel, does it feel, does it feel) feel like you never gon'

Little miss lady in the yellow, wassup? Little miss lady in the yellow, hello Would you like to push pedals through the meadow with me? (With me?) I just got a question, baby, can I fuck on you? We zonin', baby girl, we zonin' I just want you here

I been there - been there Done that - done that You got guns? - we got guns... Yo, I got straps - we got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard Bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth... No question, it's all about the D - O -

I got a question Will the truth really set you free? When the police gon' stop pressing me? When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girl gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Look,