Bueller

Damaged goods Return label on the package now Fallen off the rails many times Still No backing down Opps of my neighbors Spinned the block Had me ducking down Like baby grab the baby Do not make a sound Pondering for some time Been thinking bout moving out City life is nice But I'm focused on my family now Devil on the prowl Trying to steal what I've earned Cannot play with fire Without feeling any burn Facades unmasked Nothings quite As it ever seems Other side of the fence The grass just as green What's up with these Land mines In my way I need vacations and my space Need more peace of mind my way Lately I've been on the verge Of losing my cool stuck in my way's Another face in the rat race Music's the therapy to my pain I'm taking back control Grabbed the pen I let God write my story I'll be a microphone Secret place I need it before me I'm tired of sin Lying on me Judah Sunday Service Missing out Ferris Bueller Till the world stops spinning Or you call me home And my Heart stops beating I'ma ride for you Like you ride for me Till the world stops spinning Or you call me home And my Heart stops beating I'ma ride for you Like you ride for me