To all the girls I've loved before To all the girls we've loved before I'm glad they they came along I dedicate this song The winds of change are always blowing And ev'ry time I tried to stay The winds of change continued blowing We're glad they they came along We

When everything isn't yellow (yellow, yellow) When everything isn't yellow Will we still smile through broken glass And live in falsetto Are we too deep for a second chance They They say time is a healer Well, how do you expect to heal this clock And every

Yeah, all my friends no fun No fun, no fun I drive around on my own And I keep to myself All they they do is sung Yeah, all my friends no- Yeah, now my covers blown Fuck my friends, they're gone They They all left one by one

How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? What type of games are bein' played? A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they they can take this flow What these bitches want from a nigga? On some DMX shit I grew weak

Any minute the 5 o'clock crowd will be coming Taps'll be flowing with beer The cigarette smoke is soon to be risin' And at 5:30 Clancy gets here She knows all their faces, she's practically And that why they're loyal and true They'll pay their tabs, and

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they they leave, they get followed I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Fall asleep with that bitch and really

Better than my heart But they're still doing better Now these old beer bones Are like a rusty old plow These cigarettes eyes are 'Bout to burn out These whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile The soles on my boots have walked their last mile I'm

Better run through the jungle Whoa don't look back to see Whoa thought it was a nightmare Lord it was so true They They told me don't go walking slow The devil's on the loose Thought I heard a rumblin' Calling to my name Two hundred million guns are loaded

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they they beautiful?" he said They They been

Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk I got hot yellow shit suckin' my socks off (Slurp) It's so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?) Fuck it, look at how much money startin' to double up