Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Come on, come on (take money) Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Nigga, we hit em' up I think y'all gonna like this next song When this song drops, I want all the West

How bout it baby (Let me show you what's up, Show you backwoods crazy) Yeah you make me (wanna take you for a ride And then just maybe) We can sip on the wine Rock and Roll all night Get ya off deep in these Florida pines

Oh Tokyo, Lived Shintaro Oh Tokyo, lived Shintaro Little koga ninjas tried to take him away But Shintaro he's not alone Got Koga ninjas of his own They help him in the fight Look out here come the samurai Gisha girls with silk and curls Giggle about this

Cold chicken I think about you all day all night I think about you It takes a long time to leave you baby Sometimes you love me Sometimes you don't Sometimes i love you Sometimes no And sometimes i don't know

To take me out of your home view Well I know that you know So you can make another claim Well go ahead and make it I'm just waiting for a ninety-mile water wall I'm praying for a trap door trigger That you've become the target of this hand With never

Dov'e L'Amore Come to me baby With my love song Another night without you here And I'll go crazy There is no other there is no other No other love can take your place Or match the beauty of your face I'll keep on singing til the day

You're wearing me out You’re the fake, fallen, force of nature, sick mind You're fucking wearing me out You're always dragging me down I don't need a gun to take back what's mine It's over now You're done wearing me out My name is worthless like you told

It's a good story But I don't want to live it alone Crash to take a chance Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb On the day we were supposed to leave You changed your mind at the station You had a nice apartment There was a good bar downstairs Your old friend worked

I'm, I'm, I'm under and over it. You can live just like a star. I'm under and over it all. (I'm under and over it.) You can be me and I will be you. I'll take my sanity, you take the fame. Did you hear the one about me being a punk? Did you hear the one

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all