The moon is high and the night is young Come on and meet me C'mon sweet thing Won't you climb on out of your window While the world is sleeping And there's no way I'll be leaving 'Till we're kissing on the porch swing Oh my little sweet thing Sweet thing

And we all still die Yeah we all still die What will you leave behind? Oh we all still die You fall through the trees And you pray with your knees on the ground For the things that you need With your lust and your greed weighing down And you weaken your

When Johnny comes Marching home again He's coming by bus or underground A woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so beaten in fear An' it was just around the corner in the English civil war It was still at the stage of clubs and fists When that

Let you go! You were there for me And I was there for you Holding out hope for you No-oh, never let you go! You will always be the one that I regret How will I let you go? You end up alone after all that you've done All that you've paid for

You buy my songs Wanna dedicate this joint right here To Johnason, Jackson, and George Jackson Peace to those brothers Wanna shoutout my man sherm the worm? Come home nigga Come home niggas?

I'm learning to see! The loss that you feel, I know that it's real. It's so hard when love is blind. You put your heart on the line. Now you feel like I'm wasting your time, But I know that someday, somehow, you'll learn to love. I know (ooh) I'm

(Yeah yeah) Crib is dimensional, my bitch is seminal Orange Dickies suit like a sand town criminal Hundreds be indigo, bitches identical Aim at the imbeciles (wooh wooh wooh) Yeah, fuck up a check now, my family set now She gon' have sex now Guap on this

I'm sitting over here on Parchman farm. I'm sitting over here on Parchman farm, Ain't never done no man no harm. Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack. Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack, A twelve-gauge shotgun at my back.

Well the hour of your bedtime's Long been past I can tell when you rub your eyes Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet Roll across the skies And leave a spray of diamonds In its wake I long to see St. Judy's Comet Sparkle in your eyes

Back off, back off bitch Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch You better back off, back off bitch Face of an angel with the love of a witch Oh baby, pretty baby Oh honey, you let me down honey I ain't playin' childhood games no more I said it's time for