Why don't you come over 'bout a quarter to nine Bring all of your fam'ly and I will bring mine If I should bring my brothers, and you bring the others Then I can sing a song like Jeru, just for you Just for all the lovely people that you see in the road

And you're all mine, say what they may Now I'm all yours, I'm not afraid And all your love I'll take to the grave All the lives always tempted to trade Will they hate me for all the choices I made? Will they stop when they see me again? I can't stop now

Show me that phone in your pocket I'll show you mine Show me that phone in your pocket girl Show me yours, I'll show you mine No love, no love, no no 'Cause I got all the things I wanna say But nothing's coming out And all the times I came to you I never

(don't go) I never wanted anybody more Than I wanted you (I know) the only thing I ever really loved (don't go) I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you Pathetic benign accept it undermine Your opinion my justification Happy safe servant caged

While you were round It ain't my bitch Dragging me down It ain't my fault It ain't my call Out of my way Out of my day Out of your mind and into mine It's no more

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can't be fucking with mine I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence The brothers in the hood be chivalrous So I rest defense on my ligaments Pistol

Type of misery All these mixed up signals I still hear these echoes Of when you loved me But now you’re just someone in my mind That used to be mine But it’s not that simple When we first met I was just a sophomore

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

This fire burns, always. Even through the darkest days, This day is mine. The passion inside me, Is burning, is burning. All I've ever wanted was destiny to be fulfilled, It is in my hands, I must not fail, I must not fail. This is the broken ground

And one of them is how bad I need you 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too But you got 'em too Of all our problems No, you don't judge me 'Cause I got issues So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory