ترانه:
Fine For Fighting

But I gotta let you know I wanna get back To the old days When the phone Would ring And I knew it Was you I wanna talk back And get yelled at Fight for

somethin' you must know I'ma blow it out but in the morning you must go 'Cause as bad as you are, as fine as you are I can't make you my girl So take my hand, don't fight

Got in a street fight with the I.R.S And I'm alright, took one to the chest But I'm fine, it's all coming up roses Call me the white guy with a real

in your draws. Don't make me sick, Don't make me cry, Don't make me sick, Or I'll get wild. And I'll get wild, and i'll wanna fight, And I'll have your ass up for

winking at your ass if I dont beg I'll be thinking bout your ass for the whole week no time for cold feet she too bad to pass, so fine I dont speak I

a word (Say a word x6)  I know we can make life, make you again  I know you wanna backtrack and start again  I think you know I'm worth fighting for 

do or die lifestyle for ransom 50 g's, need keys to free their grandson Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for You get your wig split back,

in my pants and I need to dance Some big fine mama come and give me a chance Hey, hey, hey I got ants in my pants and I need to dance Some big fine looker

Or let you go Now we return And for an hour these songs ignite But one it sings for you I'd love you for a night more than The memories of broken images And fights