What are you doin' to me? 'Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I'd You just want attention, you don't want my heart What are you doin', huh? (What are you doin'?) You've been runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round Throwin' that dirt all

How could we lose sight Of what matters most Trying not to love What cannot love us back All we have is not worth living for If we do not know when to let go What is this life That we sling to it so tight Afraid that it will take from us

Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at Let's get it homeboy! Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all man! T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that? King of the South! Hey! Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't

You cannot replace them Face it or you'll waste them So get up, so get up and save it Your golden years left you behind Does the truth weigh on your mind? Tell me what did it cost when the moment was lost Is this how you survive? Why, oh why do you have

I feel it coming, I feel it coming, babe I feel it coming, babe You've been scared of love and what it did to you You don't have to run, I know what you've been through Just a simple touch and it can set you free We don't have to rush when you're alone

I could always find a getaway from what I' was hiding from, Everywhere I go, and everything I do, There ain't a corner that I turn that ain't one big, I've lived all my life, with no ties that bind, There wasn't anything or anyone that I couldn't leave

To even the toughest among us That would be too much Coming from where he did He was turned away from every door like Joseph He didn´t know what it was to be black ´Til they gave him his change But didn´t want to touch his hand Isn´t it just enough How

Shut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by

I'll stay me And millionaires wanna ride old farm tractors I'm just what I am I'm just what you see So I'll make it easy T-shirt, blue jeans Don't like much on TV Caviar and a Triscut Ain't no redeye gravy on a biscut

I don't give a flying fuck, motherfucker I don't give a flying When you look at me, what do you see Another trophy like a fuckin' dead beat Close your eyes, take a step inside Insanity and abnormality It's not what you call reality But you will always