Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ay Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree The ghetto, Othello, the moor Oh my God, they speak venomous on the boy Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear, and I'm sure Oh my

Oodles of light what a beautiful sight Both of God's eyes are shining tonight Rays and beams of incredible dreams And I am a quiet man. Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand I don't talk much I'm a quiet man Beauty and silence both run deep

No, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home My dad, my dad I feel so broke up, I wanna go home Oh my God, what's going on? This night got fuckin' weird Drove so fast my brain got buzzed And now I'm standin' here Met so many faces that Will probably forget me

Say you won't go-oh-oh I got you all up in my head, all up in my head All up in my head, all up in my head Hey, now I've been running wild Hey love, you're still on my mind Hey, now I've been chasing dreams God knows if we can make it real Wonderin' how

In my bank account, yeah (oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

How great Thou art Then sings my soul My Savior, God, to Thee How great thou art Oh Lord my God When I in awesome wonder Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made I see the stars

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?

State, state, state, state of the art (Hold the phone, it's so) (Oh my God, it's so) (State of the art) When the cotillion arrived We threw out the television I'm Model D 575 Has custom flute presets And Harmony-Plus in addition

Whole gang full of drug addicts (brr!) Whole gang full of drug addicts (ooh, chyeah) Take a lot of shit, forgot what happened (forgot what happened) I ain't gon' lie, I got a habit (ooh, I got a habit) Swear to God, you can't be on my status (I swear to