This old routine will drive you mad It's just a mumble never spoken out loud So you come on home, walk through the door. She's in the kitchen searching through the drawers. So you stop and watch her and ask what she's looking for. She says she's not

We walk through war in the halls Of dead protocols We came so close, demands were met That's when the rug was ripped out from under our feet A vicious crime, cold betrayal and deceit. Then reality hits you like a stab in the back Like a slap in the face,

Young niggas on for real Tokyo drift through the hills Used to have to walk, no wheels Hunnid dollar bills Used to have to eat cold meals Now a nigga offin' gold seals Countin' up money getting chills We some young niggas on for real Now I'm buyin' whips

But right now I'm on this lake shore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite Yeah, I'm gonna miss her And I love to fish

Please help me, I'm falling In love with you Close the door to temptation don't let me walk through Turn away from me, darling I'm begging you to I belong to another Whose arms have grown cold But i promised forever To have and to hold

I need to be your lover I'm through with this mighty city Walking around, just stuck in my shit Conversation based around just sex, Words at the tip of my tongue (oh damn, baby!) Tell me one thing I must forget, Thinking about the naked women in my bed

I know you feel like you are breaking down. Oh be calm. Take it from me, I've been there a thousand times. And everything's wrong It just gets so hard sometimes As I walk through the streets of my new city My back feeling much better, I suppose I've

But right now I'm on this lake shore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite Yeah, I'm gonna miss her And I love to fish

Walk on, walk on With hope in your hearts And you'll never walk alone You'll never walk alone When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high And don't be afraid of the dark At the end of the storm, there's a golden sky And the sweet, silver song

Where do I go what do I need? Is it ecstasy or is it fear? Am I on my own am I even close? 'Cause I'm craving, still craving something I can feel Walking through the traffic on a Monday In the town I grew up Shelter from the rain in every doorway It's