around here, dead bodies around here And I can't get caught up, preacher can you save me, save me They said it was gonna get greater later But now I can't help
pick up the phone I've been callin' all day long I know you got my message tried to send it bout a thousand times (all in one breath!) Then I got the busy line
I felt you cut free turning cold shoulders to me Growing blame lines communicating lies Nothing more to trust fallacies of love Killing all that holds
I'm calling Lovers Anonymous You talk about your troubles And we throw you a line Doctor, its draining my body Help me, to pick up the pieces I've found You can help
do for love Communication is the problem to the answer You've got her number and your hand is on the phone The weather's turned and all the lines are
the lines Would you understand how much I really care [CHORUS] (I) I love you (Need) I need you (You) Don't want to live without you If I'm backward counting forward, would you help
I saw a letter lying on the floor I couldnt help but look inside thought it was something that you must have left left there for me to find all your
ll [A:] I want you to, I want you to I want you to turn on the groove You guys are un..un..unbelievable [R:] The feeling is fine you throw down the line
After the shower picking what to wear But now you're dressing up for somebody else Looking through my glass as the ice melts Looking at the past just won't help
Memories of adolescent years Their was unity But after puberty we brought war To our community So many bodies dropping Its gotta stop I want to help
add to line four of Chorus:] "That's a nigga nature" [add to line eight of Chorus:] "Cause that's a nigga nature" [Chorus] [add to line four of Chorus
to be this way, our children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear when thugs cry Dear God.. oh why.. [("When thugs cry") on line 4, first time only] [("thugs cry") on line
the head while I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious of this bitch the line busy everytime
this weak scrub, lookin for some love In every club, I see you starin like you want it Well baby if you got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help
to the head. Drop the top. Indo. Hawaiin. Lansbread. Buddha. All that shit. I'm fucked up in this motha fucka. And Hennessy don't help. And Hennessy don't help
freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window Workin with a twenty sack of indo, feelin good Stop through the hood, grab the young thugs And I can't help
one of chrome. Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine! It's all the fuck I got so stop and walk a thin line. Young niggas be brave and
YEAHHH~! .. Yeah I had a dream I was rich, woke up broke, gun in my hand Sayin DAMN! .. Dope cost sixty a gram I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga