You thought it was over but it's just like before Will there never be an end to the Indian wars? Out in the desert where the wind never stops A few simple people try to grow a few crops Trying to maintain a life and a home On land that was theirs before

When I wear his shirt, it feels like, like his skin over mine And the little holes and tears and shreds on it are, are, are the The memories of the past that I wasn't there for, but, that somehow I, I, I Feel like I understand more when it's against my

I'm comin' over See me down at the station By the lane With my hands in my pocket Jingling a wish coin That I stole from a fountain That was drowning all the cares in the world When I get older Climbin' up on the back porch fence

Maybe you'll say You still want me That you don't Maybe we said It was over But baby I can't let you go If I had one single wish I'd go back to the moment I kissed You goodbye no mater how hard I try

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Time to see what you look like naked Come over girl let's get wasted I I I I I III I gonna make you my baby momma Gonna do you good for da climax Again and again and again and again Was it when I kiss you on ya neck Or

Never thought I'd fall, But now I hear love call, I'm getting sentimental over you Things you say and do, Just thrill me through and through, I'm getting sentimental over you. I thought I was happy, I could live without love Now I must admit,

You said it was over But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor, yeah You be saying real, real nice, real nice things When I'm touching you You be getting real, real, real, real, real jealous

I must admit I was awful bad I walk the streets of love and they're full of tears You're awful bright, you're awful smart I must admit you broke my heart The awful truth is really sad While lovers laugh and music plays I stumble by and I hide my pain The

Blacked out, like the clouds hanging over this heart of mine Not a shadow of a doubt, blacked out Blacked out, like it was in 1968 Like Johnny Cash any given day Like a Mach 1 Fastback Mustang These Ray Bans covering up my eyes I won't lie, it hurts like

I put that on everything Its money over everything She held it down when I was down That's why I still fuck with you I was in love with you You was my ride or die bitch Baby wassup with you I could’ve been doing my thing from the jump Fuck it it’s money