Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again Just about a year ago I set out on the road Seekin' my fame and fortune Lookin' for a pot of gold Thing got bad and things got worse I guess you know the tune Rode in on the Greyhound I'll be walkin' out if I go

Raise up your cup, come on drink it up Keep the party sparking like the moon stuck We ain't going nowhere Naw we just crazy kids and we ain't got a care. Here's to riding on the high life, A little puff and a hell yeah high five The memories, the laughs,

Fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight We gon' rumble in this ho Why do you wanna fight? Give a fuck what my nigga did Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble All of you stuck in the projects, nigga I'm goin'

Don't tell me it's too late, I'm stuck at heaven's gate Strike a match and start a wildfire I'll own all my mistakes, won't give you what you take Watch you burning in the wildfire We won this war, we cursed and swore I could never own up, I need to

It’s running through the ground (oh, the ground) Hungry in this cell we've made for ourselves Can you hear that sound? (hear that sound) Now we are eating our own rinds I’m not alone, just feel like a shadow Call it fate, I’m stuck in this state Tangled

Houstatlantavegas (ay) Houstatlantavegas (ay) And she dance to this song Throw your ones up in the air Houstatlantavegas (ay) Houstatlanta, she just stuck in Houstatlantavegas (ay) Houstatlantavegas Oh, woah, oh And it goes, "Hey, now now, watch her go

Thousands of feet march to the beat It's an army on the march Long way from home Paying the price in young men's lives It's an army in despair Knee-deep in mud Stuck in the trench with no way out What's the price of a mile?

I don't need no new people, they gon' tear me apart You can't shine with me now, you left me stuck in the dark Strictly business nowadays, I got no time for your heart I got no time for your heart, yeah Wanna make it with the people that was there from

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

London calls me a stranger I'm burning on the back street Stuck here sitting in the backseat I'm blazing on the street What I do isn't up to you And if the city never sleeps Then that makes two Can't control what I'm into