(My heartbeat) Don’t you know your secret’s safe with me? (my heartbeat, my heartbeat) ‘Cause I won’t let them know I won’t let you go, baby I don’t care what your past is I don’t need no answers Just have faith in me All your worries can be put to, can

We can be so in love You know every second adds up to a minute Need 10,000 hours Let the clock go around Why you always take so long to call me? Know I gotta wake up in the mornin' Don't stop, I'm counting them up Run the clock, I be counting them up

Well they encourage your complete cooperation Send you roses when they think you need to smile I can't control myself because I don't know how, And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff

We don't need rehab What do you see, when you look at me? Don't cover my scars, let them bleed Tell me, is this how it's supposed to be? Well then, I'm so, I'm so happy We don't need rehab, mmm mmm I pay them girls just to get love I pay them to lie to

(Wheel it!) Yeah (Six!) Murda on tha beat so it's not nice That’s Baka, he's a no-long-talker Quick to let the motherfuckin' TEC slam We don’t need to hear about a next man Youts talk down, then they get ran Left them, get dipped from the whole ends

I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds

Why we need to be like them Kids will have fun and offend They don't want to and don't fit in So give me one good reason Mom and dad they quite don't understand it All the kids they laugh as if they planned it Why do girls wanna pierce their nose? And

We need more trust Show them all we won't be cornered We will not be terrified Show them all we don't take orders We just want a good night Don't wanna wake up In the same old bed again Tried to escape them They really make it hard

I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds

The red flag waving never meant the same Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday We don't need them The red flag waving never meant the same, no! Well I've never seen us act