Tell me a lie Tell me I'm a screwed up mess That I never listen, listen Tell me you don't want my kiss That you need your distance, distance Tell me anything but don't you say he's what your missing baby Spare me what you think and If he's the reason

Never, never found me a girl Ain't no love, baby Not my babies love It's like burning fire Oh, shut up in my bones I got to say it Ain't no lonely days (lonely days) And no lonely nights (lonely nights) And everything she does you know the girls alright

This is the last song (This is the last song) That I will dedicate to you This is the last song You're pushing I made my peace I will never name again

Mr. Misunderstood Mr. Misunderstood (I understand) (I understand) I'm Mr. Misunderstood Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes Sitting in the back of the class, I was just like you Always left out, never fit in Owning that path you're walking in

Let me love you Never let you go, never let me down Don't you give up, nah-nah-nah I won't give up, nah-nah-nah Heaven's a heartbreak away Driving the edge of a knife Oh baby, baby I used to believe We were burnin' on the edge of somethin' beautiful

Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria The most beautiful sound I ever heard Say it loud and there's music playing Say it soft and it's almost like praying I'll never stop saying Maria All the beautiful sounds of the world in a single word Maria, Maria I've just met

Constricting like a heart attack A mythomaniac on the loose in the streets Blood boiling with the burning heat Of caustic defeat, now there's no turning back I heard there was a plaace Where we're all one race Color, gender, age never could dictate I saw

Leave your weapon on the table Wrapped in burlap, barely able 'Cause my monsters are real, and they're trained how to kill And there's no comin' back and they just laughed at how I feel And these monsters can fight, and they'll never say die And there's

Don't you worry about me He is good, so good, he makes promises he keeps No he's never gonna leave So don't you worry about me And he treats your little girl like a real man should Mama you taught me to do the right things So now you have to let your

Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals I can't believe I let Nas down Freedom or jail, clips inserted A