What about the love? (Coming with me) What about the labor? (Coming with me) What about the seeds? (It's coming with me) Cold stares can never put the fear in me Let's just not talk about it The people that you came with (Coming with me) The people that

Have I been holding on too strong? Is it our heavy handed love Keeping us from moving on? I'm not ready to go tonight Maybe I'm coming off all wrong It's only getting harder Talking to you without falling down And this house keeps getting darker We used

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

Who am I, who am I Without you, without you? What are you running from? You're back for a minute and you're gone And I wanna know where it's coming from Where this is coming from And I wanna know what you're running from Hold me up to the light Tell me

Mama love you Lil Wayne, Mama proud of you You done came so far, I can't wait for your album to come out A lot of people ask me when it's coming out They can't wait for your album to come out I'm just proud of you You's my rock You's always been my rock

It's such a crying, crying, crying shame It's such a tight game Will it ever stop? It's such a crying, crying crying shame How will this all play out? Both sides out of mind now By now we should know how to communicate instead of coming to blows We're on

Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Coming in the club with that fresh **** on With something crazy on my arm Uh-uh-hum, and here's another hit, Barry Bonds We outta here baby! It's what you all been waiting for ain't it? What people pay paper for damn

Feels like a close, it’s coming to Fuck am I gonna do? It's too late to start over This is the only thing I, thing I know I was afraid to Make a single sound Afraid I will never find a way out, out, out Afraid I never before I didn’t wanna go another

Firing at niggas, I'm firing at niggas I'm firing at niggas outside I feel like Malcolm X, I'm peepin' out the blinds Don't care if it's nine hundred niggas outside I'm coming out firing at niggas Firing at niggas I hear sirens, I'm firing I'm firing

Instead, you wanna wait until I'm coming home Oh, I know that you won't let it go Can't we just talk it out before I go? It's hard for me to say this without sounding impatient And I know you know You know how we can fix it Just tell me and I'll listen,