So long my friend, my foe, my love, my pain The road's calling out my name Dreaming of La Boheme Maybe I'll go to Barbizon Or see a girl before she catches cold and she's gone Or maybe I'll just travel on So long my flame, my warmth, my fear, my fight

(Hundred billionaire) Kilo at the telly, bitch it's Makiaveli Double M empire, I know these niggas fear me I'm already rich, I'm tired of bein' famous I done fucked all these bitches, I can't even name 'em But if the bitch is bad, bring 'er, yellow stone

We took a Polaroid You signed your name up on it I put it in my wallet All of a sudden I never was looking, hmm I'll be looking for the rest of my life Hoping I'd see your face again It captured the look in your eyes It's only a matter of time

Round and round dip it down Separate bring it back (and go out and step the whole night through) Now let me see you do the love slide (everybody do the stepping) Now, now, now, see you got to understand stepping is not just a dance its a its a culture It

If you give it a name, then it's already won. What you good for, what you good for? (Can you fill the silence?) You must have the words in that head of yours. And oh, oh, can you feel the silence? I can't take it anymore, Tell me a piece of your history

I thought I needed fortune I thought I needed fame But all I need is to hear you Whisper my name Funny thing about dreamers When the dream is in their sights Just to get where they're going They leave a lot of good things behind Guess you could call me a

On the highway, thirty people lost their lives. In the moonlight, see the greyhound rollin' on. For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone. In the midnight, hear me cryin' out her name. On the highway, thirty people turned to stone. Well, I had some

And American honey Blowin' in the wind Callin' out my name like a long lost friend Oh I miss those days as the years go by There's a wild, wild whisper Oh nothing's sweeter than summertime She grew up on a side of the road Where the church bells ring and

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

My name is Steve and I'm your walking man My name is Steve and I'm your riding man You say jump, I say how high Exactly you want me to jump to And you say walk, I will walk To the end of the line and back to you You say boy, do you really love me? Well,