Did you stand by me No, not at all You must explain why this must be You say you stand by your man Tell me something I don't understand You said you love me and that's a fact And then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can explain

Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop Kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never ever stop You broke

Without you, crazy Think of the hurt as we're going through Crazy, that's what I'm without you But if you think of all the things that we won't do Well, if you think of all the things that we won't do

I'm cryin' for me I'm gonna miss that smile I'm gonna miss you my friend Even though it hurts the way it ended up I'd do it all again So play it sweet in heaven 'Cause That's right where you want to be I'm not cryin' cause I feel so sorry for you I'm

It's all about us And that's real But I promise, if we stick together we gon' make it through anything We're too special for the world Dodging bullets, we're in trouble in times And mama always taught me as a boy To help ya brother if he's fallin' at

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop

I really love you Girls go wild on the West Coast "Come on baby, let's go" That's what she said Sunshine brighter than blind love It's all in the name of the wild wild west You know I really do Whatever happens, I hope you're happy, too So what you wanna

A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like Fraud niggas, y'all niggas, that's that shit I don't like Your shit make

Money for nothin' chicks for free We got to install microwave ovens custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators we gotta move these color TV's That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free (I want my,

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself