If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit I don't want to go I'd just a soon stay home If they ain't got no 8 mile Like they do in the D Just send me to hell or Salt Lake City it would be about the same to me It would be about the same to me

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty, holding your hand Walk my way And a thousand violins begin to play Or it might be the sound of your hello That music I hear

Keep it to yourself And it's late If you think that you still love me Put it on a shelf If you're looking for someone Make it someone else When you're drunk And you're missing me like hell Yeah keep it to yourself

Yeah I, I saw your ghost tonight If your eyes stay right on mine My wounds would start to heal It fucking hurt like hell I felt you here tonight But dreams can't all be real I'll never let you down boy I'll never let you go Her solace of life

But like me He don't know where he'll go wrong; He won't cry so many tears There's no room for us out there; You can lose your hope and pride. When it comes to broken dreams You'll get your share. Sometime a man breaks down, And the good thing he is

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be

She gon' make you move to Miami She gon' make you She gon' make you move She'll leave you shook The way she dance Uh yeah, yeah! (Yeah) She moving like a gypsy (gypsy, gypsy) Her body got me tipsy

And I cry just like you But I heal just like you And under my skin I'm just like you I feel just like you Hello my friend, it's been awhile All our old clothes are back in style We went our separate ways only to return To face a lesson we failed to learn

I got a heart like a wheel, baby, let's go Get in this heart like a wheel and baby, let's roll She's caviar and mascara I'm corduroy and leather It'd take one hell of an imagination To ever paint us together Places I like to haunt at She wouldn't be

Either die or go to jail that's a hell of decision But I'm wrong and I know it my excuses unimportant I'm just trying to let you know that I ain't think I had a choice, for real Hey, the price of fame cost to much (yeah boy) Like these niggas talk to