We won't run and hide I'm passing over over you like a satellite So catch me if I fall That's why you stick to your game plans and party lives But at night we're conspiring by candlelight We are the orphans of the American dreams Oh shine your light on me

And before I die I pray that I could be the one That I could be the one But I won't be no fun If I can't have you no one can I can't get over over you Can't get over over you Balance in the limelight Can you show me

By the time this night is over over The stars are gonna shine On two lovers in love And when the morning comes It's gonna find us together In a love that's just begun Two hearts are gonna fly To the heavens above And we'll get closer

Hey lady, you got the love I need Maybe more than enough Oh darling, darling, darling Walk a while with me Ohh, you've got so much, so much, so much Many have I loved, and many times been bitten Many times I've gazed along the open road Many times I've

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Gettin' work, hallelujah One nation under God We blowin' money fast on this side, nigga Catch you up, nigga

I'm working on my next broken heart Be the death of me What's left of me I've seen that look before She'll tear my world apart You picked me up, you shot me down You're stepping out all over over town Drove me back to drinking in this bar I found myself a

You hit me once I hit you back You gave a kick I gave a slap You smashed a plate over over my head A kiss with a fist is better then none Then I set fire to our bed Then I set fire to our bed, oh Love sticks

Hold on, hold on I'm coming, I'm coming Don't you ever be sad Lean on me in times of bad When the day comes and you're in doubt In a river of trouble about to drown Because I'm here I'm on my way your lover When you get cold

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

You ain't getting in bread, that's rage I'm a headline act on the stage I got my hoody down over over my face And you can't send shots like a man's Luke Cage Bullet holes in my top right now I'mma keep going but I know that they Want me to stop right now But,