I'm tryna put you on that level (oh yeah) You know you could do much better (do, oh) Tryna put you on that level, another level You know you could do much better (do) I'm tryna put you on that level (oh, oh) You've been so incomplete And stop wasting my

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Sometimes it's better to lie than say all the things I got on my mind Sometimes I wonder if I'm livin' my life waiting to die You can hate me, I don't mind And you could hate me, I don't mind Small dog in that big town Little dog in

I bet you knew right away It's all over town that Yeah I feel like a force of nature Could make you sing like a bird released You know it's buried beneath your feet Are coming to take you in For smoking all my stash But burning all my cash The sun's

Now I must die by my own hand 'cause I'm not man enough to live alone. and I'm better off dead now that she's gone. She couldn't stand me anymore so she just took the kids and went. You see, I've got a drinkin' problem, all the money that we had I spent.

Take me back to you, ooh, Montana Couldn't get any better, huh You and I here together, huh Love kicked in and hit us, huh Let your body tingle, uh Take a light, do you like that? 'Cause it likes you back Likes you back, likes you back, likes you back

You could bet that Never gotta sweat that Even when the sky comes falling Even when the sun don't shine I got faith in you and I So put your pretty little hand in mine Even when we're down to the wire baby Even when it's do or die We could do it baby,

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

You needed me You was just another nigga on the hit list Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch Didn't they tell you that I was a savage Fuck your white horse and a carriage Bet you never could imagine Never told you you could have it To feel a

Fool I'm a vet you can bet that I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it) Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair niggas used to come and get me

What's gonna come? Tethered to a bird of sorrow A voice that's buried in the hollow You've given over to self-deceivin' Your prostrate bowed would not be leavin' You've squandered more than you could borrow You've bet your joys on all tomorrows For the