We have no future. Heaven wasn't made for me. We burn ourselves to hell. As fast as it can be. And I wish that I could be the king.

I just wanted memories. I'm with you. Regret in your tears, now you taste 'em. 'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em.

When the girls. When the girls talk. When the girls talk boys. Oh, when the girls. When the girls talk. When the girls talk boys. Hey!

Muevele, muevele. Bailar, yo quiero baila lalalalalalala bailar, Mueve las nalgas, shake your ass girl.

Looking at the pages of my life. Faded memories of me and you. Mistakes, you know I've made a few. I took some shots and fell from time to time.

Hmm. You might think I'm crazy. The way I've been cravin'. If I put it quite plainly. Just give me them babies. So what you doing tonight?

Come talk with me. Take off your coat. Sit down for awhile. Stick around for awhile. It's been a long year. My luck is down.

Don't give me love. Don't give me faith. Wisdom nor pride. Give innocence instead. Don't give me love. I've had my share. Beauty nor rest.

I'm perfection when it comes to first impressions. Well, I romanticize and then I get to stressin'. A big brain, like I'm teachin' it a lesson.

Once upon a time, not so long ago. Tommy used to work on the docks, union's been on strike. He's down on his luck, it's tough, so tough.

[Intro: Eminem & Dr. Dre]. Marshall! Sounds like an SOS. Holy wack unlyrical lyrics, Andre, you're fucking right! To the Rapmobile—let's go!

He knew what he wanted to say. But he did not want to word it. The dirty little Herbert. Was seeking an escape. But the place was well guarded.

Question for the ages. What's going on with my back pages? Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen. You got to feel it within your body and your spirit.

There is no escaping (yo). There's no place to hide (ayo). You scream, "Someone save me" (yo). But they don't pay no mind (ayo). Goodnight, goodbye.

You on your way, it's a Friday night. Hear the rain outside, yeah. It's rosé on ice, candlelight. And I'm feeling nice.

Children grow and women producing. Men go working, some go stealing. Everyone's got to make a living. BX, uh (South side Bronx). (South side Bronx).

Slow down on Monday. Not a sound on Wednesday, yeah. Might get loud on Friday. But on Saturday, Saturday, Saturday. We paint the town.

It's been a hard day, harder night. The rockstar's, girlfriend, she lost the fight. Well it's all right baby, I'm nobody's mother,

Someone. There are no worries for someone. Life's in no hurry for someone. There are no worries for. Nothing major or too complicated.

Don't want to sober up. The Sun is killin' my buzz. That's why they call it mourning. Thought I was strong enough. Threw my bottle at the sky.

He said he came from Jamaica, he owned a couple acres. A couple fake Visas 'cause he never got his papers. Gave up on love, fuckin' with them heartbreakers.