They tell me, they tell me, they tell me to put my gun away They tell me, they tell me, they tell me put my gun away They tell me to chill, they tell me I made it They wanna pull up, take me away I say they wanna pull up and take me away For the love of,

Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill Well, I been up all night leanin' on the windowsill Well, if I die on top of the hill And if I don't make it, you know my baby will Don't the moon look good, mama, shinin' through the trees Don't the

Run nigga run nigga Duck nigga duck nigga Run motherfucker run Come again now, Run motherfucker I was chilling, Right around my way, 21st Eastside of the Beach, This mother fucker ran up on me,

Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on

Up on the hillside you can see the cross shine Out in the alley hear the hungry dog whine You and I, friend, sit waiting for a sign See how the sunset makes the lake look like wine Over the mountain I can hear myself called I want to come running but my

To be chilling in the West Indies Who knows, who knows, who knows, who knows I just go where the trade winds blows Sending love to my friends and foes And I suppose I'm pleased Jah provide all my wants and needs I got the sunshine rivers and trees Green

I only call you when it's half past five I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me The only time that I'll be by your side When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah The only time I'd ever call you mine When

Maybe I'm a fool Maybe I'm a fool for you You know what I'd do for you I know what you'd do for me You will see The truth in me Feelin' lonely in this room since I was seventeen Thought this bottle was supposed to drown my memory But I'm still swimmin'

Just chillin' on the weekend, weekend Up all night then we sleepin', sleepin' But we were never really sleepin', sleepin' Tangled up in the sheets in, sheets in Goose bumps just a creepin', creepin' Yeah, we chillin' on the weekend Sippin' something on

To the white hills, and the oceans Hold your breath my dear We're going under I search for solace in this toxic land of sin Just let me in Don't wake me up, their songs are soothing Their wine subdues me Dreams, my mind won't lift me from my dreams Oh