Baby, is you drunk, is you had enough? Are you here lookin' for love? Got the club goin' crazy Is you somebody's baby? If you, we gon' need it, baby Give it all up for you right now We got the club goin' crazy All eyes on you All these bitches, but my

You gotta work We gon' find a way Somebody's gotta do it I know the road is deep I know the journey's long So, I've got to carry on And when I'm in too deep I need you to help me to be strong It ain't gonna happen on its own

I'm gonna rock you Rockabye don't bother cry No one's ever gonna hurt you, love I'm gonna give you all of my love Rockabye baby, don't you cry Somebody's got you She tells him "ooh love" Nobody matters like you (stay up there, stay up there) She tells

See my shit is getting worse before it's getting better It's like the people got a curse, can't nobody stay together I watch you gun my people down, plus we're killing off each other, no, ooh oh Somebody's gotta take a stand Then some more cops came They

Rockabye baby I'm gonna rock you Rockabye baby, don't you cry I'm gonna give you all of my love Nobody matters like you" So, Rockabye baby, Rockabye Somebody's got you Rockabye baby, Rockabye

Somebody gotta die If I go, you gotta go Let the gunshots blow Nobody gotta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop Oops! I'm

I can get up and face the day Just fine all by myself Go out and take on the world And get it done like nobody else Ohh but I don't do lonely well Baby since you've been gone I leave the TV on Gotta hear somebody's voice I just need some kind of noise

There were times we had it all I can't explain it away, it doesn't make any sense To know what it's like, I guess you gotta go through it I guess you gotta go through it, I guess you gotta go through it It doesn't matter, baby Loving you's a dirty job

Yeah we all, yeah we all got a reason to drink 'Cause somebody somewhere's gettin' married today And somebody's home team, they just won state And some old boy's girl just left him If that's you, raise your hand, I got your next one Some of y'all just

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