I have walked through this life Like a bird on a wire Holding on to my song Afraid to fly Afraid to, to fall in love I wanna dive into the wild blue
(Gary Burr/Hillary Lindsey/Bruce Bouton) When you know you don't need the time to talk about it When you hear your heart say you'll be fine without
Like a horseshoe magnet and a paper clip Baby, I'm drawn right to your lips right now So if you're thinking I could walk away Baby, I'm afraid it's a little
(Jennifer Hanson/Billy Austin) You're not sure that you love me But you're not sure enough to let me go Baby it ain't fair, you know To keep me hanging
so many reasons to buy another round, drink it down just another night on the town with the big man, money man, better than the other man he got the plan
prophet Who had a little Donny Osmond flair? Have you heard of the All-American Prophet? The blonde-haired, blue-eyed voice of God He didn't come from the Middle East Like those other
Guiding us ?cross to another river on the other side And there someone is waitin? with a look in her eyes And though my heart?s grown weary And more than a little
use a little money She's hangin' on his arms like a cheap suit She's got no money, honey She's on the other side Oh come on little baby Late night, big town
is passing but I won't go It's 2AM at townie and things are going my way Three buds, a glove and a foot of snow There's two little shits Selling joints
s going to do big things That's what they all say and that's how the trouble begins I've seen them rise and fall Been through their big deals and smalls
: I'm the town crier And everybody knows I'm a little down With a lifetime to go Maybe you don't believe my heart is in the right place Why don't you
homeboy, you want it? You could get your receipt A little closer, you can sense we got heat, it's only me Plus four other I'll gangstas, we all anxious
not a group-on If a nigga run up I'm bussin' the Glock Other than that, then I'm huggin' the block I'm feelin' like Killa Cam and Little Weezy bitch What
rap jack I'm takin' your kids' brains, you aint gettin'em back With a move of perfection, my dissection Some call it lethal injection I'm gonna fill'em with hard drums Big
plane It's the big dog y'all, fuckin with the Insane Clowns, get down nigga, I represent the town Ay yo Violent J let's go half on this pound I stay gangsta
And we'd go under the bleachers and she'd let me hit the stank, well uh She moved across town and never came back Until the other day, I seen her at
uh Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills Where's that other little rich little fag
help each other out Thats what's up down South Kids sneaking out, momma's house, clutch out, quiet now Wal-Mart parking lot, cruisin' back and forth a lot Big
