Just look at yourself Do you like what you see I want no more of you, Watch me walk away This is your last time you are the forgotten You let your dreams die you are the forgotten I hope it was worth the cost You are forgotten You were once the source

Meet the enemy Meet the liar There at these shores the die has been cast Freedom was our highest good We ventured our lives This dead black night Our destiny revealed It will never be the same There at these omnious shores of river Saône

I guess I'll die another day Another day I'm gonna close my body now Analyze this I think I'll find another way There's so much more to know It's not my time to go I'm gonna wake up, dress, and go I'm gonna kiss some part of I'm gonna keep this secret

Oh have you seen my dear companion For he was all this world to me Written by Jean Ritchie © 1976 Geordie Music Pub Co. I hear he's gone to some far country And that he cares no more for me I wish I were a swallow flying I'd fly to a high and

This one's for my ride or die I'm just sitting here on my front porch singing If you ever need me around I'll be on the next train headed southbound I'll never let you down, I can't let you down Because when I couldn't get my feet on the ground You'd do

Now what y'all want me to do Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggas is ready to start this war that's for sure They can come and get it We ride or die why 'Cause my niggas is wit it I want Monopoly money but I ain't even halfway there

I don't want to die, I don't know why This kind of fate was meant for me You got to be strong, got to move on What do I say? It was never supposed to end up this way What do I have to do? Was supposed to grow old with you But that ain't gonna happen, mmm

With no makeup Don't have to curl my hair up All this booty here mine I'mma dolla worth a dime Real bosses stand up Ladies throw your hands up And say I know I'm cute I know I'm fly You ask me why

But that don't make it easy lovin' me That might make for a good story, man We were playin' out in Vegas when this lady pressed her way up to the stage I forgot what I was singin' when she met me with her meet-me-later gaze When she threw it on my mic

There ain't nothin' common 'bout us In this ordinary world Where nothin' is enough Everything is grey Mistake your love for lust When I hold you in my arms I will die if I don't try Damned if I ask why This is somethin' real