| I wanna thank you for let me be myself again | |
| Looking at the devil | |
| Grinning at the gun | |
| Fingers start shakin | |
| I begin to run | |
| Bullets start chasin | |
| I begin to stop | |
| We begin to wrestle | |
| I was on top | |
| I wanna thank you for let me be myself again | |
| I wanna thank you for let me be myself again | |
| Beat on | |
| Dance to the music | |
| All night long | |
| Everyday people | |
| Sing a simple song | |
| Thank you for the party | |
| But I could never stay | |
| Many thangs is on my mind | |
| Words are in my way | |
| I wanna thank you for let me be myself again | |
| I wanna thank you for let me be myself again | |
| Flamin' eyes of peoples fear | |
| Burnin' into you | |
| Many men are missin' much | |
| Hatin' what they do | |
| Youth and truth are makin' love | |
| Dig it for a starter | |
| Dyin' young is hard to take | |
| Sellin' out is so much, so much harder, now | |
| I wanna thank you for let me be myself again | |
| I tried, I tried | |
| I wanna thank you for let me be myself again | |
| I wanna thank, I wanna thank, I wanna thank | |
| (If he says anything else that's actual words I have no idea what they are) |