And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

Good goodbye (Don't you come back no more) So say goodbye and hit the road Pack it up and disappear You better have some place to go 'Cause you can't come back around here Live from the rhythm, it's Something wild, venomous Enemies trying to read me

With every worthless word We get more far away The distance between us makes it so hard to stay It hurts, but it may be the only way But nothing lasts forever but be honest, babe If you don't know Then you can't care And you show up

Alvorada lá no morro, que beleza Ninguém chora, não há tristeza Ninguém sente dissabor O sol colorindo é tão lindo, é tão lindo E a natureza sorrindo, tingindo, tingindo ( a alvorada ) Você também me lembra a alvorada Quando chega iluminando Meus

They know something special's happening 2010, they were chart toppers 2020, they'll be battling Always remind 'em that I'm African Please don't ask me 'bout that crap again Asian tings at the gathering Swear my album's going platinum Heard they're tryna

They know I don't play about that paper Actavis, Actavis wait on it Soon as I turn out the Ghost they was mad at me I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me Sippin' my cup of this muddy, muddy When I fuck on these bitches no

Drink freely Do girl, what you do girl? Got a few more bottles of champagne For you girl, so drink freely And if it's true girl that the pretty ones have more fun Then you should enjoy yourself and holler if you need me You and your homegirls drinkin' on

Hold me close, Africa, fill my soul, Africa Let me grow old, Africa, let me in Fill my soul, Africa, don't let me go, Africa Let me grow old, Africa, and remember me In ships, they came from Europe, across the salt sea Come for the build and raise a

Till you get back wit him, it don't change (Can't help but wait) Till you see that wit me, it ain't the same (Can't help but wait) Till you, see you, for what you really are (Baby girl you are a star) And I can't help but wait Even tho I know I'll treat

Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son People always told me, "Be careful of what you do She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene I