In that land across the sea there's a job for you and me Though our presence there may not be found We must stay standing there on the battle lines and pray We must never lay our weapons down We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer Many thousand miles away someone shed their blood today With a heart so true and brave they're gone To a war that's yours and mine let us join the battle line With a weapon that will save our home We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer And when the planes and tanks and guns have done all that they can do And the mighty bombs have rained and failed Still the helpful hand above, on the weapon made of love And against him none on earth prevail We don't have to be a soldier in a uniform To be of service over there While the boys so bravely stand with the weapons made by hand Let us trust and use the weapon of prayer

May the bridges I burn light my way May the ashes get caught in your eyes May the dust cloud ruin your day May the rain fall heavy on you now What's it all to me? I say the words as I want to hear I can't sleep until it's said What's it all to you? Your lies become your truth But who believes you in the end? 'Round and 'round we go I've heard it all before Will you twist the knife? 'Cause I can't feel it anymore A bullet to my heart Lying broken on the floor Just kick me when I'm down 'Cause that's the man you are Looking back on things I'd change Is there anything that I can do or say? But you always seem to fan the flames Out of control, there's nowhere left to go What's it all to me? I say it as I see it There's no rest until it's said What's it all to you? You don't care for the truth Your lies will get you In the end 'Round and 'round we go I've heard it all before Will you twist the knife? 'Cause I can't feel it anymore A bullet to my heart Lying broken on the floor Just kick me when I'm down 'Cause that's the man you are I'm running away from you It's all I ever do Trying to find the path that leads me back home The place I always go The place you'll never know You'll never have a hold on me 'Cause nothing's like it used to be 'Round and 'round we go I've heard it all before Will you twist the knife? 'Cause I can't feel it anymore A bullet to my heart Lying broken on the floor Just kick me when I'm down Running away from it all Running away from the world Running away from our love Running away from it all

There's a boy across the street He's just trying to find his way Coming over to my house I see him every day His mum and dad are busy They never have the time To listen to his feelings What's playing on his mind All the children stand like statues On the street where I was born It's a street where nothing changes But the road where I come from Now the cherry blossom's falling And the nights are drawing in Oh, I'm standing here, I'm frozen As the world goes 'round again The playground bell keeps ringing A moving van appears A change about to happen That we haven't seen for years A family's moving in I never thought I'd see On the street where nothing changes A girl that looks like me I watch her from across the street I don't know what to say Time will tell if we'll be friends But that's another day All the children stand like statues On the street where I was born It's a street where nothing changes But the road where I come from Now the cherry blossom's falling And the nights are drawing in Oh, I'm standing here, I'm frozen As the world goes 'round again Don't change nothing at all Street lights lead me back home All the children stand like statues On the street where I was born It's a street where nothing changes But the road where I come from Now the cherry blossom's falling And the nights are drawing in Oh, I'm standing here, I'm frozen As the world goes 'round again Now the cherry blossom's falling And the nights are drawing in Oh, I'm standing here, I'm frozen As the world goes 'round again And we all go 'round again

Give it up, you got a bucket list that makes you scream fuck And there's only one thing on it, but it's enough To break it tough Smoke a dart, tell her that you love her and she'll break your heart Cause you know she doesn't want it But that's a part, of growing up I can be sweet but i'm no apple pie I can be sweet but i'm no apple pie So you've let go of your balloon and its too high Doesn't help that you can't fly This has gone way too far I don't want to be the apple of your eye I don't want to be the apple of your eye And Stop. banging on the door i wish you'd learnt to knock I'm sick of all your notes and letters, i'm not the post There just down the road I know you wanted to be that guy You can be sweet but your no apple pie So you've let go of your balloon and its too high Doesn't help that you can't fly This has gone way too far I don't want to be the apple of your eye I don't want to be the apple of your eye I forget about the repercussions I forget i'm going to leave you running If only i weren't so stubborn I still forget to preheat the oven If only i weren't so stubborn If only i weren't so stubborn If only i weren't so stubborn I still forget to preheat the oven So you've let go of your balloon and its too high Doesn't help that you can't fly This has gone way too far I don't want to be the apple of your eye I don't want to be the apple of your eye I don't want to be the level you retry I don't want to be the pad to your thai If i want to be a spy i'll go join the FBI But i don't want to be the apple of your eye I can be sweet but i'm no apple pie

She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Won't you and your friends come eat with me And let me show you how to whip that recipe She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Won't you come over and eat with me And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe I don't want your apple pie, mama, yeah I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me, yeah Made it out the spot, straight to Quintana And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me 'lone? 'Cause I don't want your apple pie, no no mama I don't want your apple pie, no, yeah I don't want your apple pie, mami I don't want your apple pie no more I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy Yeah, I don't want your apple pie, mama I need my own pepper please My own legacy, my own recipe I came to get it nominated From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark That y'all see a legacy go up Goyard done break your pockets Boy I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up I make in one appearance what these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons H-Town, know we gon' stunt I'm for real and your Rollie tick Look bitch, this the Rodeo But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit And I don't want your apple pie, mama I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me I am everything except a rapper Shit I got it lit, 25 lighters on my dresser, oh, yeah Roxanne tonight Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Que será, será, so the story goes On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute Tours and shows and groupie whores Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot Though he'd rather not Forever been the elephant in the room That everyone can't wait to run and tell about The head to the body of the belligerent militant group That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind Will he make it? Was it worth it? Did he win? Will he survive? The Rodeo