Police on my back Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday What have I done? I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Runnin' Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Yes, I'm running Down the railway track Could you help me? They will catch me

Been hating all the faces of everything that I could find I can't take (we have a start) I can't take (we got a fantasy) Come what may (we are the stars) I can't wait (I’ll take what’s mine) Been hating all this time before I crawled inside Been hating

I miss you more than I loved you I miss you more than I loved you (I wonder what we could have been) (You'll always be in my orbit) Saw your picture on accident Your face has changed The lines are sinking in I pressed play, I should haven't

What could have been love What could have been love will never be. Should have been the only thing that was ever meant to be. Didn't know, couldn't see what was right in front of me. And now that I'm alone, all I have is emptiness that comes from being

Oh why, that's what I keep askin' Was there anything I could have said or done Oh I, had no clue you were masking a troubled soul, God only knows What went wrong, and why you'd leave the stage in the middle of a song You must've a been in a place so

What could have been? Still remember my first lick When I really got paid Won't' forget it like that girl who got away She looking back right now like, "Damn, what could have been?" See me winnin', now she thinking "What could have been?" What if we

I want the best of both worlds If we could have the best of both worlds An' honey I know what it's worth Now I know all I want I don't know what I been livin' on But it's not enough to fill me up I need more than just words can say I need everything this

Police on my back Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday What have I done? I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Runnin' Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Yes, I'm running Down the railway track Could you help me? They will catch me

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I don't know what I'm worth, yeah I've been broke since my birth, yeah Too much hoes in my search, yeah I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah And I wish I could fly a jet with her, and have sex