Oh, love, don't keep me And love, don't leave me guessing Show yourself to me And love, don't leave me waiting Love, you've been hesitating You've been hanging on for that sign too long And love, you've been leaving me waiting And I don't know why or

You can run the streets with your thugs I'll be waiting for you Until you get through I'll be waiting Now peep it, here go the secret on how to keep a playa Some love makin' and homecookin', I'll see you later It don't take a lot to keep a nigga hard

I gotta have it To have this music in me I just keep playing my song Hoping that I get along You don't know how much it means In the morning I gotta have this blues I gotta have You don't know how much this means

You're in the psy You're in the psycho circus Welcome to the show I've been waiting here to be your guide Reveal the secrets that you keep inside No one leaves 'til the night is done The amplifier starts to hum The carnival has just begun.

Keep looking Some will tell you that you're wrong They enjoy cheapness Don't show your weakness Oh no keep looking Don't lay awake at night Thinking about your worries Thinking about your problems You do it all the wrong way

Well how could we have known? I'll tell them it's not so hard to tell, no, no, no If you keep adding stones It's enough to make me cry Soon the water will be lost in the well That don't seem like it would make it feel better Instead they'll say There's

22 hoes on me, 22 clothes on me, oh 22 golds on me, 22 broads on me (keep broads on me) Givin' you swag for free Learn how to dress from me (how to dress from me) Keepin' these hoes beneath Keepin' 'em beneath my feet (okay) I done got backbone I done

I was laughing, Playing in the streets, I was unknowing; I didn't know my fate. The game of love, but never really showing; I thought that love could wait. I was a young man and sure to go astray. You walked right into my life and told me love would find

Lose your clothes and show your scars I'm falling through the doors of the emergency room Can anybody help me with these exit wounds And I'm dying, dying from these exit wounds Wounds, when they're leaving, the scars you're keeping That's who you are

Come some more into my sight If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life