It's been a week without me And she feel weak without me She wanna talk it out but Ain't nothing to talk about Unless she's talking about freaking out Then maybe we can work it out, work it out now Eat your salad, no dessert Get that man you deserve Move

Nobody mention my familia It's always trouble when they go too far Dead line, now you a dead man for real This is my house, you made it personal Father, father, could you bless his soul? He talking crazy, I may lose control Father, father, unforgivable

Everybody's talking about heaven like they just can't wait to go Saying how it's gonna be so good, so beautiful Lying next to you, in this bed with you, I ain't convinced 'Cause, I don't know how, I don't know how heaven, heaven Could be better than this

But I'm a man of the woods, it's my pride I brag about you to anyone outside I'm sorry baby, you know I tried I hear the making up's fun But then your hands talking, fingers walking, down your legs Say "Where's the faucet?" Someone's knocking like they

(The second time around) Not like the first time (Not like the first time) With me, true love Can still be found Talking bout the second time I know you come a long way, baby But you don't need That heart of stone, no

If you love me, say so, if you love me say so Don't leave me here in the dark when it's hard to see Show me your heart, shed a light on me Are you even listening? Am I talking to myself again? And I know you don't owe me your love And I know that you

What about you? You act like you're a know-it-all Yeah I used to do that, I used to be like that I'm still a bit like that But I'm not searching for the answer I'm just talking through a speaker Because that's all that I have ever learned to do Watch

Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones. In the event of something happening to me, There is something I would like you all to see. It's just a photograph

If he dies, he dies I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? And you still ain't seen

Tell me your lies Because I just can't face it I don't know why She got, she got, she got Her own reasons For talking to me And she don't, she don't, she don't Give a fuck