Bueller Lyrics

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