Deep within the corners of my mind There'll be a place for you and me I keep a memory of your faces And I only pull it out when I long for your embrace I'm haunted by your smile As it promises me joys like a journey to a tropic isle It's not hard to see

When I party, I party hearty Fun is on my mind Put a smile on your face Leave that bummer behind There's a sister and there's a brother Havin' fun with each other Daddy always hangs up the boys He just wants to party with mother

I'm going big, suck my dick Too many niggas, not enough hoes And some of you niggas, acting like hoes I know a lot of people that smile in my face But talk behind my back every time I'm gone So when they call my number, I don't never pick up I don't owe

Walk in the rave, smile on my face Drink in my cup, hand in my jeans Man talk tough, man look up, down, left, right Straight to a bang in the teeth Man still talk tough, man saw man in the flesh Now man's tryna talk to my Gs Nah, none of that, none, .45

Now I just stunt on my own (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) I'm riding round, smoking, my music up loud Kinda doin' my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they don't on the low I'm in a race, and taking the winners

So little to say but so much time Despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind Please wear the face, the one where you smile Because you lighten up my heart when I start to cry Forgive me first love, but I'm tired I need to get away to feel again Try

and everlasting life he's a part of heaven's plan I got a ride all the way to paradise all the way to paradise Ticket to heaven I can see what you're looking to find in the smile on my face in my peace of mind

Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free I'm standing crying (oh oh oh oh) Can't wipe the wind-blown smile from across my face It's just the old man in me Washing his truck at the Sinclair station In the land of the free (ooh) His

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, I love this bar. It's my kind of place. Puts a big smile on my face. We got winners, we got losers, Chain smokers and boozers. An' we got yuppies, we got bikers, An' we got , thirsty hitchhikers. And the girls next door dress up like

She's just my kind of girl, she makes me feel fine She's just my kind of girl, without her I'm blue Look at her face, it's a wonderful face And it means something special to me Look at the way that she smiles when she sees me How lucky can one fellow be