You got me in chains, you got me in chains for your love But, I wouldn’t change, no I wouldn’t change this love Tryin'a break the chains but the chains only break me Baby tell me why, why you do, do me wrong (Hey, hey, hey) (Hey) tryin'a break the chains

I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love You know it is twelve o'clock in Soho, baby It's gin o'clock where I wake up, I don't

If I could quit my job and fuck you all day, shit I would Yeah, I would Head so good, pussy so good You lil' baby, I'm the dad, tryna fuck so bad, 'cause that Yeah, yeah, Metro on the beat, Metro on the beat Ayy, Lil' Metro on that beat I'mma splash,

If tomorrow was today It would yesterday The sun is surely just a thought away Where visions that men fail To put to words to tale And music that they try but cannot play You're right it's just a dream, your company so kind Hold very tightly please and

Don't go city on me Please girl keep it country Life so different since you cross those tracks Come on keep it country With your fancy bling and your miss me jeans The girl I knew wouldn't need those things Bring that pretty little accent back Don't go

In the evidence of its brilliance Would you like to try? Connect to the sky Brilliance? Future lovers ride, Their ambitions high I'm gonna tell you about love Come with me Let's forget your life

Folks, we have a very special guest for you tonight I would like to introduce Let's hear it for the great And now for a lesson in rhythm management Let's begin Alright now Wasn't that fun? Let's try something else

(Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away I wish my problems would go away, away, away They say Luda would you rather have the money or the fame And I steady try to tell em that it

There I go fallin' to me knees right now Tryna get it back on my feet right now Choppin' up the weight I don't need Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now Ay, what'chu mean? An ounce, a quarter, a P I would sell you faith but you niggas don't

But you heard it all I'm from the city She belongs to the city If I knew I was wastin' my time Would end up wastin' my time With all these shoulda coulda wouldas I'm in her ear one time Tryna tell her how I ride She heard it all I know she heard it all