(Kevin Rudolf) I see your dirty face hide behind your collar. What is done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. So you pray to God to justify the way you
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle
Now, maybe the world doesn't see you And maybe they don't understand Just 'cause you don't see the footprints Don't mean that they're not in the sand
I was born in the desert I been down for years Jesus, come closer I think my time is near And I've traveled over Dry earth and floods Hell and high water
In many ways, they'll miss the good old days Someday, someday Yeah, it hurts to say, but I want you to stay Sometimes, sometimes When we was young, oh
Relax baby, I'm gonna make you feel real good Tonight is your night, come here Let's get this shirt off Now tell me what you like 'Cause I make it everything
Bringin' da noise, bring down the house We came here to turn the party out Say, "Come on, come on, let's raise the roof" And give 'em proof that we can
"Up For The Down Stroke" Talking 'bout he's mad Let's take it to the stage, jack, come on And get up for the down stroke Get up for the down stroke Everybody
[Verse 1] I was sittin in the room with a pistol, Schizo Fist full of bullets and my grips low, I'm mad They say music aint strange enough So I signed
Bring da beef to the streets (Y'all don't really want it) Keep the heat with me (So don't run up on me) All my people see (Y'all don't really want it
Some serious ass shit jumped off a little bit over an hour ago My ace Boon just got peelt at the corner store It's unbelievable, I'm shocked, this can
We are not like all the rest You can see us any day of the week Oh come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep Baby, you don't have to speak I'd
Two in the morning and you're ready to rock I got my ladies sitting at the bar doing it up So just give up the cash, nigga no you ain't gettin' no ass
Johnny's in the basement, mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement, thinking about the government The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off Says
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain
You must leave now Take what you need you think will last But whatever you wish to keep You better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Ain't it hard to stumble And land in some funny lagoon? Ain't it hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon? Especially when its Nine below zero And
I was riding on the Mayflower when I thought I spied some land I yelled for to Captain Arab, I'll have ya understand Who came running to the deck, said