Let it burn Gotta let it burn When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to But you know gotta let it go 'Cause the party ain't jumpin' like it used to Even though this might bruise you Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you

That you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody

I go outside I'll admit I'm full of shit That's how I know I love you That's how I know I trust you, You're not sure if there's a right or wrong But it feels like there is when I treat you like this Texas, I won't come home Not even if you call I can't

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Come on, come on (take money) Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Nigga, we hit em' up I think y'all gonna like this next song When this song drops, I want all the West

This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks Welcome to the club Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb Every weekend with your friends Every weekday when it ends Damn it's all good, I guess Round and round and

Late nights in the city, causin' hell Burn this bitch into the ground, oh well If all we got tonight, let's do this right Let's do this right Let's go to (paradise) When you right here, I come alive One more hit and we can fly This shit feel like

That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill That's rock bottom, when you want something bad enough to steal That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream but you're sad enough to tear

We were so under the brine I won't be vacant anymore I won't be waitin' anymore Oh, but your love is such a swamp This is the last time Oh, when I lift you up You feel like a hundred times yourself I wish everybody knew

The last chance for you to go there There's one ticket left and girl, it's for you, baby The last grind, and girl, you won't find this feeling nowhere You better hurry, 'cause the train is leaving And when you wake up, feeling like a dream And everything

All that wasted time I wonder if you ever think about it like I do Seven kids on my two lane road After all this time it still feels so good When I think about those summer nights Singing out the window, on the back roads, Sweet Child of Mine Sipping on