Crack rock crack rock Hittin' stones in glass homes You're smokin' stones in abandoned homes Crooked cop dead cop You don't know how little you matter Until you're all alone In the middle of Arkansas With a little rock left in that glass dick

Why let one bad apple Spoil the whole damn bunch When the shit hit the fan It was all I could stand Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer My body's breathing while it can But what I don't understand is that My world ain't gettin' no brighter If I could touch

Back to the river Aras Liar, Killer, Demon Freedom, Freedom, Free, Free Resting on the mountainside We have learned that you have no Can you feel their haunting presence? They have returned Honor, Murderer, Sodomizer Someone's blank stare deemed it

Com, commotion, Git, git, git, gone Traffic in the city turns my head around No, no, no, no, no. Backed up on the freeway, backed up in the church, Everywhere you look there's a frown, frown People keep atalkin', they don't say a word Jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw,

I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po The moment, squeeze the trigga of the fo fo I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin' that Get 'em in the club when that shit

Eh, eh, eh, eh Que siga la Rumba, la fiesta Bailame, zumba morena Algo me esta pasando, me enamoré de repente Será su boca o sus ojitos color del mar, y yo Quiero un beso, que me caliente el alma entera Solo un beso, bailame, zumba morena Envueltos en

Take it out on me And put your lips on mine Let me take his wrong And make it right this time Yeah, you can just come over You ain't gotta call You always got a shoulder anytime it all goes bad When you're 'bout to break When you're mad as hell

Even if you don't like me, Got girls wanna be wifey, Is it the chrome up on my wheels, or that bass bin up in my trunk I bet you fall in love with my ride (my ride) my ride Cause they fell in love with my ride (my ride) my ride, ehh I bet you fall in

I'm trying not to stare, it's too late The blankets over there, if you like I'm broken and I'm colder than hell I should've said I'd not come back here Your breakfast will get cold I really have to go It's easier to lie and be safe Time and time again

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooo, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "hail to the Chief" Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no