I've been waiting for the day You knew it was coming either way But I'm freer than I've ever been Something that you've never been Why am I waking up out of my sleep Thinking of ya babe You had a hold on me

Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm coming home again I'm coming home again Maybe we can start again Maybe you, do you remember when? Fireworks at Lake Michigan Oh, now I'm coming home again I met this girl when I was 3 years old And what I

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't

This is what, this what they want huh This is what it's all about Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, you kna'mean Niggas coming sideways thinking stuff is sweet man Niggas don't understand the four devils; lust, envy, hate,

If you don't look into your mind and find out what you're running from tomorrow might just be another day to run If you just sit and waste your time you'll be going where you're coming from (think about that) tomorrow might be just another day to run

I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you Don't you see me I And don't you need me I On this night, and in this light I think I'm falling (I think I'm falling), I'm falling for you What time you coming out? We started losing light I'll never make it right

I'm not fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I think we've got a bleeder right now Maybe you're the runner-up But the first one to lose the race Almost only really counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades Demolition,

Ooh, oh, whoa-oh Thinking of you, thinking of you I'm thinking of you Wanna be with you I wasn't looking for a romance Blue skies but I'm in the dark Waiting on someone that gotta pick me up Ooh, I'm coming right back Tried to forget about you and no

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

'Cause I got new girls, new problems I won't waste no time thinking about you anymore I won't waste no time talking about you anymore Uhh baby got got another another thing coming You used to say That all it takes is a dollar and a daydream, But now