Boy of mine As your fortune comes to carry you down the line And you watch as the changes unfold And you sort among the stories you've been told If some pieces of the picture are hard to find And the answers to your questions are hard to hold Take good care of your mother When you're making up your mind Should one thing or another take you from behind Though the world may make you hard and wild And determine how your life is styled When you've come to feel that you're the only child Take good care of your brother Let the disappointments pass Let the laughter fill your glass Let your illusions last until they shatter Whatever you might hope to find Among the thoughts that crowd your mind There won't be many that ever really matter But take good care of your mother And remember to be kind When the pain of another will serve you to remind That there are those who feel themselves exiled On whom the fortune never smiled And upon whose life the heartache has been piled They're just looking for another Lonely child And when you've found another soul Who sees into your own Take good care of each other

On my shoulder as we laid awake And you always loved a smoke by eight 'Cause baby don't mind Gets never colder than when the daylight breaks Do you now regret the bed we made? Does it cross your mind? Well, baby, does it cross your mind? I did not intend to slow you down Mhm Even hoped that we would've spoke by now I was acting like an only child What takes forever is a lesson learned I have nothing to show for the medals I've earned And maybe I mind 'Cause no one's ever seen me traipsing in I've been hiding from all the places I've been And sore from trying And acting like an only child But I did not intend to slow you down Oh Even though I'd hoped we'd have spoke by now Maybe we were only lying Heaven's closing, they're still pouring drinks And of all those crazy ways you think I love you lying But I can't reason with the past we face I'm sorry for the mess we made And if you want, we'll pick through my mistakes You'll see me crying But maybe we could put it all behind I did not intend to force your hand Oh Even though we swore we'd understand Maybe we'll be always trying We'll be always trying

Stayin' down, ran it up a mile (Ran it up a mile) Gettin' money like the only child (I love my mama) Go to jail, beat yo momma down I can't fuck with them, I know they kind Overtime what I been puttin' in for that paper No more more strugglin, grindin', Girl, I been sweatin' hard from that paper I been sippin' lean, fuckin' them baddies, and I been faithful, nigga Every time I hit the scene, Gotta be clean, and I gotta make a major statement They love to form against me 'cause I got weapons I told her fuck me like I gotta turn myself in I ate my first plate and I came back for seconds All of my niggas stick together like we X-Men Gun got two names, Smith & Wesson Grab a strap to hit it hard, I'ma get the FN Security ain't pat me down, Almost got the TEC in Fuck around and beat you down like I'm playin' Tekken All of these sacrifices I made were for me and you I'm in love with money, so it's hard to be with you I held it down, did my part, but you ain't hold your end And I know that bankroll get flimsy, But I won't fold nor bend, no (Rich Homie, baby) Stayin' down, ran it up a mile (Ran it up a mile) Gettin' money like the only child (I love my mama) Go to jail, beat yo momma down I can't fuck with them, I know they kind Overtime what I been puttin' in for that paper No more more strugglin, grindin', Girl, I been sweatin' hard from that paper I been sippin' lean, fuckin' them baddies, and I been faithful, nigga Every time I hit the scene, Gotta be clean, and I gotta make a major statement Remember hustlin' hard when i was small time No discrepancy on money, we like all kinds Suckin' dick too much fucked up your jawline We gotta stay equipped for when them cars chase Catch that boy in public, hit him broad day Trick him like them fishy boy, they all bait I can eat him plain, cooked, or sautéed Now, we eatin' shrimp mixed with lo mein They don't even know what I've been through Plus, I don't talk about it When we get to talkin' 'bout money They wanna talk around it 30 thousand to the shooter Now his shirt gotta stain Keeping that dirt off my name I never thought I'd make it out the hood, no Stayin' down, ran it up a mile (Ran it up a mile) Gettin' money like the only child (I love my mama) Go to jail, beat yo momma down I can't fuck with them, I know they kind Overtime what I been puttin' in for that paper No more more strugglin, grindin', Girl, I been sweatin' hard from that paper I been sippin' lean, fuckin' them baddies, and I been faithful, nigga Every time I hit the scene, Gotta be clean, and I gotta make a major statement

If you call me I'll come running And you can call me anytime These sixteen strings we're strumming They will back up every line, every line, every line Yeah Get me back on my feet G-g-get me back on my feet, on my feet If you call me I'll come running And you can call me anytime And these sixteen strings we're strumming They will back up every line There's a motivation about you That moves me when we're apart It agitates my affections And it wants to break my heart Help me, stranger Help me get it off my mind Get me back on my feet Brother, can you spare the time? Help me, stranger Help me get it off my mind Get me back on my feet Brother, can you spare the time? It's not essential that I feel you But it's a sensitive device I'm reverential when I hear you I genuflect to your advice Well, I wish I had the words And I want those words to rhyme And I wish I had the nerve 'Cause I sure don't have the time Help me, stranger Help me get it off my mind Get me back on my feet Brother, can you spare the time? Help me, stranger Help me get it off my mind Get me back on my feet Brother, can you spare the time? (Yeah) Brother can you spare the time? (Baby can you spare the time?) Brother can you spare the time? Brother can you spare the time?

My baby's on the level I try to read her mind She's on the straight and narrow I'm guessing all the time But I can't see the road If I'm looking at the signs I'm carrying a load And stepping out of line My baby's on the level (my baby's on the level) I try to read her mind (I try to read her mind) She's on the straight and narrow (she's on the straight and narrow) I'm guessing all the time (and I'm guessing all the time) Oh, well, how can I see the road (how can I see the road) If I'm looking at the signs? (If I'm looking at the signs?) I'm carrying a load (I'm carrying a load) And stepping out of line...

I'm not sure if there's a point to this story But I'm going to tell it again So many other people try to tell the tale Not one of them knows the end It was a junk-house in South Carolina Held a boy the age of ten Along with his older brother Billy And their mother and her boyfriend Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos That were given to him when he was young And a drunk temper that was easy to lose And thank God he didn't own a gun Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck Took a minute to open his eyes He took a peep into the back of the house And found himself a big surprise He didn't see his brother, but there was his mother With her red-headed head in her hands While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest Trying to choke the man Billy looked up from the window to the truck Threw up, and had to struggle to stand He saw that rednecked bastard with a hammer Turn the priest into a shell of a man The priest was putting up the fight of his life But he was old and he was bound to lose The boyfriend hit as hard as he could And knocked the priest right down to his shoes Well, now Billy knew but never actually met The preacher lying there in the room He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy!" Then he knew what he was gonna do Billy got up enough courage to get up And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find It was a cold, glass bottle of milk That got delivered every morning at nine Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and He turned around and put the lock on the door He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then He took a step toward the man on the ground From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!" And Billy said, "Not 'til I know what this is all about!" "Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama" But Billy knew just who was starting the drama So Billy took dead aim at his face And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the Boyfriend fell down dead for good Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?" His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and Pulled out an envelope filled with money "Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears "He's been paying all the bills for years!" "Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees And put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee!" Just then, his little brother came in Holding the milkman's hat and a bottle of gin, singing La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la... La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la... La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la... La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la... Well now you heard another side to the story But you wanna know how it ends? If you must know the truth about the tale Go and ask the milkman

Down upon your hands and knees Underneath the poplar trees Digging through the sticks and stones Looking for store bought bones Waiting on the rising sun Clutching at your holstered gun Praying on a shooting star That I can be wherever you are ... Looking through a telescope Maybe there's a sign of hope Leaving everything behind Stirring a store bought mind Sitting at the edge of the seat Wishing you were here by me Sifting through the mud and the bricks Looking for a store bought fix ... You can't buy what you can't find What you can't buy, what you find What you can't buy, what you can You can't buy what you can't find, what you can You can't buy what you can't find, what you can Buy what you find, what you can't find, what you can You can't buy what you can't find, what you can You can't buy what you can't find, what you can

Your blue veins When I was surrounded by the world You were the only one who came And you were the only one astounded Which kept me grounded As the other girls thrashed my very name Then I looked over just in time To see her smiling back at me And saying everything's okay As long as you're inside my blue veins Your blue veins Yeah, and the feeling that you gave me No matter what I do or where I go It always will remain And those who would enslave me To get to me, must get past you and will have no luck 'Cause you'll protect me from all pain It's true, you know what The most beautiful Yeah, the most beautiful thing 'Cause anything else can't compare Must be the blood that's running through your blue veins Your blue veins Think it's gonna rain Your blue veins And I know you won't deceive me Like the rest, and there's nothing you need to explain You're always the first one to believe me When I say to you, "Girl, I think it's gonna rain" But I could be wrong Yeah, but all of these things All these things, they're all truly nice But it ain't nothing, that ain't nothing compared to the love That's running through your little blue veins Your blue veins

Been having bad times And I've been paying dues Got shoes and money And good friends too Always play to win But always seem to lose That's why I think I got A rich kid's blues That's why I think I got a rich kid's blues And I know what is going on And I know, but I'll wait til dawn And I know just exactly what is on your mind Jumping back, I know if I'm still gonna lose you But I'm wondering why, girl Did I ask your name? And all the people standing by Oh, they're in my game Love's just a story A story without words Words are almost never seen And never even heard I know what is going on And I know that I'll wait til dawn And I know just exactly what is on your mind Jumping back, I know it's all a rut, you want me to prove it to you Though my good times Are just paying dues I've got shoes and money And good friends too Though I always play to win I always seem to lose That's why I think I got A rich kid's blues That's why I think I got a rich kid's blues I know what's going on I know what's going on What's going on What's going on What's going on