الأغاني:
Gold Motel

Won't you change my mind? I don't know better than to run from love in any measure. Won't you change my heart? I'm leaving today. Oh, won't you make me

Met you on a Sunday Loved you on a Monday Left you in the flight touch down When each day is over I wish that you were closer than you are right now

Some say ?Love?s a burning building,? ?Love?s a sinking ship,? But I like the heat I like the noise We are fools, and we know it Trying not to show it

Sunshine is burning my eyes. I can hardly see. Thought I could handle you but I fell in too deep. Been begging for the rain so I can get to sleep

Clutchin' your glass, spittin' your ash Sold my heart as petty cash On the telephone, say you're comin' home But we both know that you won't Once I saw

'm still rappin'" Comin' at you fresh, do you know what happened? I'm sayin' rhymes messin' with your mind I didn't want your, girl, 'cause she really ain't fine I took her to a motel

I know I hit tha snow is you feelin' me I'm lookin' good twenty-three's on that flippin' paint Them twelve golds in my mouth makin' these bitches faint

a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife wife I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip

Remember the nights we would jam in the motels After the honky tonks closed No one had credit And no one had no place to go. Just crazy kids with 'lectric