Case closed Got your fingerprints as evidence all on my body Put your right hand on the book and you were found guilty I can't wait forever but that's how it's gonna be For me they'll never be No matter what the verdict say Too many questions in my head

It ain't you No it ain't me That's not the way Love's supposed to be And it's just no good No it ain't right For you to be sitting all alone Crying every night You're down on your knees

Drivin' in a slick black Cadillac It's got solid gold hubcaps It feels all right Feels all right It makes me feel like a king I only need one thing They're after me Slick black Cadillac Ooooo, just a big black set of wheels

I do hate to lose With another man's wife It's running just 'fore day She's all right, she's all right Well, now, there's two, there's two trains running Well, they ain't never, no, going my way Well, now, one run at midnight and the other one Running

Oh, my my, that's just the way we do it Cut off Levi's and kickin' country music Miles from nowhere, there ain't no city limits And that's where you're gonna find us havin' a small town big time Hangin' out at the old park pool Right after Sunday school

Well, you know All right, all right, all right Don't you know it's gonna be We all want to change the world You say you want a revolution You tell me that it's evolution But when you talk about destruction Don't you know that you can count me out You say

Who says you can't go home? It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright Who says you can't go back? There's only one place left I wanna go There's only one place they call me one of their own Just a hometown boy born a rolling

Damn, it feels good to be me I'll be alright Rollin' these streets all summer long Damn, I got it all figured out I got no worries that I'm worried about Coltrane love supreme It's like I caught some crazy, happy disease It feels so good Nobody blowin'

God bless the dead God bless the dead (that's right) (that's right) Rest in peace to my motherfucker Biggy Smallz That's right bwoy It's goin on, right here God bless the dead, and buried nigga Don't worry if you see God first Tell him shit got worse, I

Got around the same things Hope my mistakes don't make me less of a man 'Cause lately it feel like dem shits really can I'm prayin' I don't wake up all alone It's hard to say it so I write a song But that ain't equal to me rightin' wrong Stuck between a