I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine You're no friend of mine These old letters from years ago I felt it was leading to a When I wrote this I may have been finally able to address how it feels Another brick-red room, another black-top town

We're Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band It was twenty years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play, They've been going in and out of style But they're guaranteed to raise a smile. So may I introduce to you The act you've known for all these

And now I'm losing you But this is all I ever was And this is all you came across those years ago Now you go too far Don't tell me that I've changed because that's not the truth You were the only one And in time As one reminds the other of past A life

Tell them all I know now Shout it from the roof tops Write it on the sky line All we had is gone now Tell them I was happy And my heart is broken I remember years ago Someone told me I should take

"Shit! Rick! C'mon man!" "Help me! Help me! Somebody, help me!" "Ricky, Ricky!" Blood of a slave, heart of a giant Had to leave Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant That was five years ago, look how fast it go Destroyin' Interscope, shot myself like

Yea I do it for the stunt I just do it for the stunt Put a billboard in my city Riding Bentley's in your city I might fly your girl out with me I might go and blow like fifty It took me 10 years to talk like this... I was broke a year ago I worked for

As predicted years ago: that that was, that is, that is no more There was a king (an evil king), who dreamt the wickedest of dreams Washington is next! Of seven empires falling; the wolf is at my door The quiet war has begun with silent weapons And the

Standing by peaceful waters Whoa wah oh wha oh We were standing Many years ago along the Illinois-Wisconsin border There was this Indian tribe They found two babies in the woods, white babies One of them was named Elizabeth She was the fairer of the two

Teach me how to unlearn a lesson Teach me how to forget, replace the character set Teach me how to forget, 'cause I ain't sorry just yet Get her out of here It was years ago Give her space, give her speed Give her anything she needs Give her weed, give

It appears that we have reached the edge, that zenith where stimuli and comatose collide Forty years ago, the man proclaimed the age of the gross to be upon us, and even though the man was destroying our heritage and insulting our intelligence That era