Ay, brother, brother.

troubles your troubles may come in doubles and former your former lovers they use your kids for

You dug her but never loved her.

Never loved her but drug her.

Father.

a drop.

trophy closely and I shed tears.

I'll give you

We have a...

Without you here, I'm helpless

I shed tears every morning in the bathroom mirror.

That was hell, locked in self-guilt like jail.

Lord, I cried.

The devil whispers in your ear, you contemplate suicide.

I tell you, I know.

Pride before the fall is how I usually go.

Looking at me, I was strutting.

and beat.

Them tell me nothing, I was hushing people deep in the G. I heard

For your soul For your soul

Woo!