Someone save us Heaven help us now Come crashing down We'll hear the sound As you're falling down Or make a saint of me? And will you lay for me? 'Cause I'll give you all the nails you need (You don't know a thing about my sins)

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful and so are you Dear Prudence won't you come out to play Look around round round Dear Prudence open up your eyes Dear Prudence

Some sunny day they're gonna come for you Sooner or later said you know that it's true You think you're so sly You tried to roll by You played the safe side You said will somebody take me Another James Brown You made the same sound

And I'll never be the same And I never saw you coming This is a state of grace This is the worthwhile fight Love is a ruthless game Unless you play it good and right I'm walking fast through the traffic lights Busy streets and busy lives

Play the game Nobody's gonna carry you Get smarter Dream bigger I just wanna be me Oh my world is turning inside out Say I'm crying breaking up inside

We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Gas (wit me,

I just want the simple things I just want you Laugh with me baby Smoke with me baby Lay with me baby Lay with me baby now She said, I don't want a model I don't want a movie star

You gon' get my hopes high, girl On some nights like this, shawty, I can't help but think of us If I called, would you pick it up? On some nights like this, I just wanna text you, but for what? Just gon' play with my emotions just because, no (Oh) And I

Is this the new national anthem Free just to murder me I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this But chopper going off in the hood man Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man Yeah, we hear it so much we probably numb to it by now After all, it’s

The angels laid him away Angels laid him away Laid him six feet under the clay Hey Mrs. Collins ain't it hard See young Louis in that old graveyard Mrs. Collins weep, Mrs. Collins moan What made her son Louis leave his home? Bob shot one, Louis shot two