She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, If you want to hang out, you've gotta take her out, cocaine If you want to get down, get down on the ground, cocaine If you got that lose, you want to kick them blues, cocaine When your day is done, and you

Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Remember back in the days when niggas had waves Cazal shades and corn braids Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies Shooting skelly,

I wish I could lay down beside you When the day is done And wake up to your face against the morning sun But like everything I've ever known You disappear one day So I spend my whole life hiding my heart away This is how the story went I met someone by

Paints a trace of sadness Sweet, sweet is the night When the day is done and there's nowhere to run And the people of the city have all lost and won In your city dress you stand and stare And you smoke another cigarette and comb your hair And the light

This is what we started Never be, never be us They can't hold us down They'll never be, never be us Remember when we were young Breakin' every rule they made I'll never change what we've done It made us who we are today I'm takin' every chance I get

Yea, those will be the days that I will be missing When I’m old and when I’m gray and when I stop working I hope that I can say When all my days are done That I had my fun We never had that much to do So we just lay around in someone’s house Someday I’ll

And go back home when the day is done Well I hope you do Then we'll say goodbye Do you like me? Cause if you like me Then I think I'm gonna to have to like you too We'll share our things And have some fun If you tell me

Seven devils all around you Before the day is done I'll be dead before the day is done Seven devils in your house See I was dead when I woke up this morning Seven devils in my house See they were there when I woke up this morning Holy water cannot help

Good morning, America How are you? Say don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Riding on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday morning rail

I give thanks to you For being a precious friend For holding our spirits high I do thank you lord For blessing my life each day For always being there when all is said and done (Woo) To thee, do we give thanks Now hol' on, hol' on, hol' up Has anybody