It's just whiskey under the bridge Ain't no big deal I've been burned, I've been cheated But this old heart's still beating All those nights of drinking Finally got me thinking Heartache is just a waste of time There's not a heart that ain't been broken

You feel the vibe, it's contagious Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous Grateful I had all the patience I know you going through some changes You taking pictures, know your angles Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close Ooh, you give me something I

And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical Mama please don't cry, I will be alright All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy And even I know this ain't smart But mama I'm in love with a criminal He is a hustler, he's no good at all He

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

Bang bang! bang bang! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Everyday it's the same thing, L.A. ain't changed Niggas still player hating, but Dre ain't changed I'm just a lot smarter now Cause these

Hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady 'cause I Raised you better, gotta keep it together even when you fall apart, But this ain't my mama's broken heart Go and fix your make up girl it's, just a break up run an' I cut my bangs with some rusty

Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' See, it's hard to be good, but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meeting with new people I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the

And I said, well I got a car, she said, there's something At least it's a start, I said, it's better than nothing I ain't in no hurry but I'm ready when you are And she said, where do you think all this is going I said, there ain't no way of knowing But

I'm reminiscing, yeah I ain't fuckin' with you at all I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it But, I'm reminiscing, yeah Fuck your problem, it's too late to tell me sorry Off the head,

It's only a painting But not to pretty a picture A thousand words I know them all The frozen bird, a hockey puck Shed tears, move on to Van Gogh Move on to Van Gogh There's something there in Williamson's Garage I think it's me trying to start a fire