I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't go But the gun still rattles The gun still rattles, oh And I don't want a never ending life I just want to be alive while I'm here Spirits in my head and they won't I been looking

We gon' love who we wanna love Time won't let you stay young So, we don't care what they say Oh whoa, yeah, oh, oh whoa Oh whoa, yeah, oh We don't care what they say Yeah, yeah, yeah

Inside my head You're inside my head What do you want from me? Now you got me You won't let go It won't let go Now my fingers bleed Now they're staring at me I'm a coward now

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh But words, they won't do it justice I got something on my mind I could write it on a sign I need a translator at the tip of my tongue There's a freight train of emotion stuck in my lungs

They hold on tight Yeah, they hold on tight Ooh, they hold on tight Them lips won't let me go (Lips won't let me go, lips won't let me go, oh) Every birthday, every birthday Don't let this go to your head But you're the best, I've ever had Not to mention

My lil' baby on thick, thick Girl that ass too fat, so don't quit And now she wanna roll You know I like it like that, don't quit You're doin' good right now, don't quit Put your old jeans on, now they won't fit Another one Oh, I drip her down in gold

Like haiku, I speak smooth (ooh) But, they tryna fuck up my mood (oh) Thought we cool, buy when you round (ooh) Yuh, yuh, yuh, ooh, ha You won't, yessir ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney Okay, what you say? Yuh, yuh, common sense is to compromise

They'll take me out at dawn and I will die There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye Oh, Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger With all my love I'll place this wedding ring upon your finger As we gather in the

My troubles test me on the daily They say that only God can save me I think I'm slowly going under But I won't ever tell my brother And now I wonder where's the good gone? 'Cause I can't find no miracles 'til I go home Oh, I wonder where's the good gone?

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, They gave him ten for two Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free In the stir for breathing air What else can the judges do? It ain't fair, John Sinclair Won't you care for John Sinclair? Let him be, set him free Let him be like you