Fare thee well They told me on the phone What are you gonna do When your trouble gets like mine Get a big spade And dig down in your mind It's your last chance To shake it up with me They don't have no man at all

I've got some love and so much more And I"m ready to make someone mine Making my way through an open door And I'll find her, 'cause it's about time Biding my time, trying to find a heart that's lonely Looking for her, my love my one and only Maybe I'll

We do the bad boy boogie Have a drink on the boys We'll entertain you in style I got my finger in the pie It's just a lick and a promise In the back seat of my car Found a girl she's mama's pride I tatooed her and now she's mine

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

While you were round It ain't my bitch Dragging me down It ain't my fault It ain't my call Out of my way Out of my day Out of your mind and into mine It's no more

It's a lonely road Full of tired men And you can see it in their faces And you'll be home in spring I can wait till then I heard you're on a big train And all this too shall pass This loneliness won't last for long I wasn't there to take his place

Hypocrites! I'm gonna do it blind Your messiah was never mine Pay the ferryman, pay the fucking driver Pay the preachers and pay the fucking liars I'm not gonna pay it's already mine Weeping rows of Jeremiah

I flee the scene like it was my last ride You see right through Oh, you had me pegged the first time You can't see the truth But it's easier to justify What's bad is good And I hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy It's like I'm in the

Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news Well, I'ma write this letter Gonna mail it to my local DJ It's the jamminest record I want my jockey to play Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today You know, my temperature's

(You're on fire) (You're on fire) Yeah That's how you know you're on a roll 'Cause when you're hot, it's like you're burning up everyone else's cold You need to stop, drop, and roll 'Cause when you say the shit to get the whole hip-hop shop to blow You