You are you are the love of my life I'm looking right at the other half of me The vacancy that sat in my heart Is a space that now you hold Show me how to fight for now And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy Coming back into you once I figured it out You

Going back to (find myself) (Find myself) Going back to, going back Zippin' up my boots Goin' back to my roots To the place of my birth Back down to earth Not talkin' about the roots in land I'm talking 'bout the roots in men

I hope that I can turn back the time To make it all alright, all alright for us I'll promise to build a new world for us two With you in the middle Staring at two different views on your window ledge Coffee is going cold, it's like time froze There you

Ashes blowin' in the air I was on fire but we don't care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never looking back, and we're never getting old 'Cause the skies are black, but our heart's made of gold Fuck doing what you're told We're going nowhere fast

How come you're not here Quick come back Are you hiding in the closet Are you underneath the bed Did you go for a long walk off a short pier Should I worry you've been bitten Or somebody got you high Or I might just die Has anyone seen

When the devil come a callin' I ain't gonna be around, Well the devil may care, You toss 'em back and be a man, With the last time, End of it all, end of the line, End of the road,

Just like my mama said And I'm going straight to hell I'm going straight to hell 'Cause I'm going straight to hell I grew up just west of the tracks Holdin' me to hold me back Around your door she's callin' out my name

If all these words you speak of meant a thing I'd take back all the lines against you that I sing But I know that there's nothing real inside Your heart's invested in feeding everyone lies I've seen so many of you come and go, That's 'cause your in it

I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po The moment, squeeze the trigga of the fo fo I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin' that Get 'em in the club when that shit

Cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking Cigaro, cigaro, cigar With a feeling so pure My cock is much bigger than yours My cock can walk right through the door It's got you screaming back for more We're the regulators that deregulate We're the