Sometimes I'm exhausted and driven, Lord Sometimes I don't know where to go My mother and father won't own me So I'll try to make heaven my home Talking about a child that do love Jesus Here is one, here is one You're talking about a child that do love Jesus Here is one Talking about a child that do love Jesus Talking about a child that do love Jesus Here is one, here is one My mother and father don't own me I'll try to make Heaven my home

Which way you want this shit to go? I did this shit wit' no diamonds, did this shit wit' gold Now I flood the shit wit' stones Different colors, different sets, I got different goals Different views, different cities Boss woman now, different crews coming wit' me Big face bills some is blue on the 50's If this shit go down got different tools, different semis That's why most hoes envy That's why most broke hoes is dying to go against me But I'm still sittin' pretty I'm the only one in my city that can pull up in a Bentley Drop-Top or the Phantom Was in a dawn wit' Philty Rich I was standing I know these bitches can't stand it Every time they look up I'm on billboards and banners I been that bitch and I still am I been that bitch and I still am I been that bitch and I still am I love a hating ass hoe, they my real fans I been that bitch and I still am I been that bitch and I still am I been that bitch and I still am I love a hating ass hoe, they my real fans I done took plenty losses, that's why I feel like I deserve to keep flossin' This shit is exhausting, when you boss up and run yo' own office But I'll take that over anything 'cause I done been without shit for plenty days G5 jets or the mini plane to get whatever that we go to keep you entertained Bullshit, I have been in weak contracts where the labels not spending Now I'm starting up engines in blacked out Wraiths wit' the windows all tinted I done earned this life Fuck all the bullshit, I done earn these stripes For all of them days, I've lived on my dime And the labels didn't spend I'm back on my grind I been that bitch and I still am I been that bitch and I still am I been that bitch and I still am I love a hating ass hoe, they my real fans I been that bitch and I still am I been that bitch and I still am I been that bitch and I still am I love a hating ass hoe, they my real fans I love a hating ass hoe, they my real fans I love a hating ass hoe, they my real fans I love a hating ass hoe, they my real fans I love a hating ass hoe, they my real fans

Joey white, well he ain't got no choices Just like his daddy did, he joins the armed forces Gonna be a man, oh not a zero For uncle sam, well he'll be a hero He don't know that uncle sam is a cartoon and not a man Poor joey white Oh joey white, you better bite your tongue You don't know jack, boy You're young, dumb and full of cum Better step in line, go with the others Gonna fight for freedom, son, your country and your brothers Here's your boots and here's a gun Learn when to fight, learn when to run Poor joey white Well he got two years in the sand And it will surely change his plans for life Joey white, well he gets his orders Grab your things and we'll meet you at the border Kill 'em all, no quarter given Shoot on sight, boy, let god sort out the livin' Told ya no one's keeping score This ain't no game, well this is war For joey white Yeah from below and from the sky Hear some bullets fly Oh a scream of battle cry Bodies burn and brothers die Poor joey white Joey white, well you better run faster You can't run fast enough to avoid this grave disaster Well in a flash blood soaks his shirt Drops to his knees, now he's face down in the dirt Now his only freedom blurred Gets to leave this hell on earth still alive Now his heart's filled up with lead He got demons in his head For life

Well, I'm down at the Bowery, oh Lord, oh Lord I'm gonna tell ya how I got here First I gotta shoot some dice and win So I can get my room again But it all started with a love so true and the angels flew Higher than I'd ever been With a sparkle in her face and her eyes and the butterfly It all came rushing in A buttercup I lost my wife in '73 She took ill, she done died on me Now I've got nothing more to live for So I packed up a bag and went I just started wanderin' But I hid in the booze and the shadows of the night I just started crumblin' A buttercup I lost my wife in '73 She took ill, she done died on me Now I've got nothing more to live for Oh, it just don't seem fair But I met her under a chandelier And time and space changed from there A buttercup I lost my wife in '73 She took ill, she done died on me A buttercup I lost my wife in '73 She took ill, she done died on me And I've got nothing more to live for And I've got nothing more to live for

Thought I did but then I dont feel much anymore The string between bad and good is a little misunderstood Oh and then it turns to doubt, and then you kick and sceam and cast me out And all that I know is true is I'm hollow as the ocean's blue Lonely Days I await you Shadows and graves Ill be visitng soon Will I ever Will I ever see the moon again Tossed and turned cant figure out if humans have all rung down Where there going I dont know for sure, but they, they hide and hide and hide Who will know when they return as they've, they've all turned to ash and burned Well at a road side at night I think that my love's run out Lonely Days I await you Shadows and graves Ill be visitng soon Will I ever Will I ever see the moon again