So long my friend, my foe, my love, my pain The road's calling out my name Dreaming of La Boheme Maybe I'll go to Barbizon Or see a girl before she catches cold and she's gone Or maybe I'll just travel on So long my flame, my warmth, my fear, my fight

Na na na na na na Thought I heard her calling my name now She broke my heart but I love her just the same now I need her loving and I'm not to blame now (Love, love) they got it early in the morning (Love, love) they got it late in the evening (Love,

Tell me when it kicks in All the voices in my mind Calling out across the line And I saw scars upon her I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream So tell me when it kicks in Broken hearted Broken heart How'd I get so faded

And we were bound to the citylife Flashlights when we’re falling into the night Focused on what you feel Just when you were calling her love that day When we were young souls On the junk-yard Now we are stunned minds Full of junk-goods But I feel your

When love was still around One day before it all came crashing down And I can hear the sirens still calling your name And I can see the ashes rise up from the flames It's easy to think twice A choice can change your life And I can see the flashing lights

Where did my baby go? I wonder where she ran off to I miss my baby so Please tell that girl if you meet her That someone's longing to see her I wish that she would get back soon (get back soon) I'm calling but I can't get through I'm searching for the

She was the only one Does heaven have enough angels yet? Of my flesh and blood Now I have no calling I can do no worldly good I sit silent I sit mourning I sit listless all the day I've mostly lost the voice to speak

Daytrip took it to ten I got hoes calling a young nigga phone Where's Ali with the motherfucking dope? (bitch, bitch) I be ballin' like a mo'fuckin' pro (like a, huh, like a, huh) I be ballin' like my nigga Mo (Bamba, bitch) Sheck Wes, I ain't a

Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you Maybe she'd thought it through Calling everyone we know stopping any place

Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the