And I said someday I'll get my life straight And she said it's too late What's done is done And I told her someday She said I can't wait 'Cause sometimes someday just never comes She looked me in the eye and said it's over I can't take this heartache

What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? What's your name, little girl? Won't you do the same? Well, its 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some plans for later on tonight I'll find a

You know what i’m saying You have 4 new voice messages New message What’s up this is clou I know that Formula Vol. 2 is done man I know its fire I need my advanced copy man Hit me back, aite

You're wearing me out You’re the fake, fallen, force of nature, sick mind You're fucking wearing me out You're always dragging me down I don't need a gun to take back what's mine It's over now You're done wearing me out My name is worthless like you told

Out of this mess When you're forgiven but you can't forget Feels like you're drowning but you still got breath And we've been tryna lay this ghost to rest What's done is done Oh but there ain't no getting out of this mess No there ain't no getting out

All I see is green lights (woo!) My name buzzin', ain't no way you could ignore it I did not come this far so they could ignore me I am not the one to say, "I'll do it in the mornin'" I'd rather get it done, don't focus on what's not important They try

And I'll destroy the memories one by one The bitter past erased I'll not replace What's done is done No belief is all that's left and I do not regret The darkness welcomes me back home! The day has ended I lay awake A soft glow over my shoulder

Don't even try to save me tonight But here I go 'Cause I don't know No I don't know I'll stay away from This pain I came from Can't run away from What's been said and done With all these days gone

What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? What's your name, little girl? Won't you do the same? What was your name, little girl? Well, its eight o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some

What's happenin', man This T.I.P., you know I'd like to dedicate this song to anybody who done ever lost somebody To the grave, to the streets, to the jail cell I done been in situations where I done had to cope with all three You know what I'm saying? I