Right now I just wish you were here I'm coming right back I wish you were here Yeah, I wish you were here Music is better And lights are brighter when you are near Am I making it clear? The music is better

Everyone looks dead and half asleep Call up all your friends and follow me There's a couple parties going on right up the street Lets rage, rage, rage If you want to sit here on your ass, that's fine But as for me, I'm gone! If you see me, and were

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

My nigga locked up with a smartphone I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone That's some street shit, we got next, bitch Bought a necklace just to flex, bitch If Puerto Rico wasn't gone he would be right here with me If True wasn't gone he would be

That won't fix it any quicker We don't have to pull the trigger Getting nowhere, tired of fighting Put the gun down, do the right thing Come along, just show some mercy Do you really wanna hurt me? I don't even wanna open this door No, I don't wanna step

I'm somewhere between love I got feelings I don't trust I'm right in between love But maybe I need ya 'Cause it's harder than I thought Maybe I need ya But you always want too much Oh, fuck it, I need ya

Now I'm on the outside, oh oh I'll show you what it feels like We did everything right Now I'm on the outside Yourself was never enough for me Gotta be so strong There's a power in what you do Look at what you've done Stand still, falling away from me

Yeah, Amerikaz mothafuckin' Nightmare, bitch They wanna know, where the hood at? Nigga, we right here Live in the flesh with the Tecs, they never scared Them guns we holding, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air Dump-dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare

It was a broken dream right from the start Bless their tortured, tangled hearts Oh love, oh love you fickle thing Such pretty words and golden rings Well there was a little falter at the altar of confession Down on its knees true love did fall After 31

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made