It's like one step forward and two steps back No matter what I do you're always mad Maybe we're not meant to be And I, I can't change your mind I know it's like trying to turn around on a one way street I can't give you what you want And it's killing me

You can't always get what you want You get what you need I saw her today at the reception But if you try sometimes you just might find A glass of wine in her hand At her feet was her footloose man You just might find I knew she would meet her connection

In my pink sunglasses Always makes the world look a little bit better You can try 'em anytime you need a change of the weather When I'm walking by, I wanna roll my eyes In my pink sunglasses, pink sunglasses My pink sunglasses I put 'em on whenever I sit

ooh, ooh, ooh I know it's cool but it's only light Baby with you I can never lie So don't go chasing all the headlights Oh, I know why you chasing all the headlights Oh, 'cause you always tryna get ahead of light Baby when you go You know I'll be waiting

ooh, ooh, ooh I know it's cool but it's only light Baby with you I can never lie So don't go chasing all the headlights Oh, I know why you chasing all the headlights Oh, 'cause you always tryna get ahead of light Baby when you go You know I'll be waiting

It's like one step forward and two steps back No matter what I do you're always mad Maybe we're not meant to be And I, I can't change your mind I know it's like trying to turn around on a one way street I can't give you what you want And it's killing me

Backtalk getting the best of you, Bitch we’re gonna fuck you up, Cowards trying to hide their face, Always talking shit but you can’t hide, But I think you’re out of luck today, But I think you’re out of luck Back and forth again, You’re always on to

I look you in the grill And I laugh inside Niggas always perpetratin Like they down to ride But please don't try to tell me What I can not see What's the real definiton

Yeah, it's always better when we're together Well, it's always better when we're together There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of

Odetta, don't you know That you saved this young man's soul? And he can watch you getting wise And you can watch him growing old Along came a morning of another Blindsided by your sweet surprise You were always tryna fill the void, my brother A habit so