My eyes fall open on you It's like my dreams keep goin' on and on and on, it don't Matter what we're doin' As long as I'm with you, and I can't imagine anything I couldn't love you through the bad days There's gonna be mistakes But, baby, I'm here to stay

Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz Theres no we, it seems I can't get free Sombody tell me what's happenin to me The country bud got me chokin I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smokin Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the

If you let me treasure you Treasure, that is what you are Honey you're my golden star You know you can make my wish come true I know that you don't know it, but you're fine, so fine Oh girl I'm gonna show you when you're mine, oh mine You are my

Love is tough, time is rough on me And it’s one life and it’s this life and it’s beautiful Love is tough, time is rough So you ask for my opinion well what is there to say To be honest and just foolish won’t make you want to stay You’ve got to go on and

I hope you never see me wind up Want a song that's indelible, like manimal, What is wrong with this animal? I'm terrible Farewell, my sweet paramania I have a choice between the bat or the belt Each time I hear about the hand you've been dealt Spare me

What you want, babe? I got it She just wanna fuck with a boss So I took her on a cruise 'round the city It don't really matter what it costs 'Cause she know a young nigga gon' get it What you want, hey? I got it Wanna do you right Is you with it, baby?

Can't get enough of your love Do it to me one more time You know you set me free Hey, hey, what I'm sayin' is Oh, give you one more chance This heart of mine Do it to me baby (do it one more time) Girl, you're such a bad thing Standing there all alone

Oh I will become what I deserve I've been worryin', I've been worryin' My, my cold hearted child, tell me how you feel I been worryin' that my time is a little unclear I been worryin' that I'm losing the one's I hold dear I been worryin' that we all live

Hey, hey what can I say I grew up in the heartland USA I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise I'm an all-American middle class white boy We wasn't rich but we wasn't poor Lived on a cul-de-sac 'til my parents divorced I drove a hand-me-down

There's gonna be judgment in the morning, baby You're gonna be mournin' in the morning Just one thing, baby child, before you go You'll never make the jail house for the things you do You'd never buy with money, what you'd throw away Yes baby, you're