| Uh, Yea Yea, Turn Me Up A Lil Bit |
| Uh, Guess What’s Been On My Mind? |
| I’ve Gots To Get Away, I Gots To Fly Away |
| (Okay Now Pick It Up And Go, Go, |
| Pick It Up And Go, Pick It Up And Go, Go) |
| I’ve Gots To Get Away, I’ve Got To Fly Away |
| Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
| Look Sometimes It Ain’t Worth It |
| A Lovely Outer Surface |
| A Pity Party I’m Throwin' |
| Sometimes I Feel So Worthless |
| I Feel My Work Ain’t Enough |
| I Feel They Praisin Too Much |
| Or Now They Don’t Praise Enough |
| Them Niggas Hate Me For What? |
| One Of Us Crazy, I’m Frustrated |
| Disgusted With 'Em |
| They Shoopin' My Religon |
| So MuthaFuck The System |
| And MuthaFuck The Quota |
| And Hail My Color Purple |
| And I Ain’t Talkin Oprah |
| It’s Me My Eyes Lower |
| I Should Have Been A Chauffer |
| My Driver’s Like Noone |
| Well Rick James, Maury, Jane |
| MuthaFuck Ya Sofa |
| I Mean Your Couch I’m Jokin' |
| I’m On The Couch Toastin' |
| A Bitch Is Nothin' But A Dog |
| Who Ain’t House-Broken |
| I’m In Your Spouse Strokin' |
| What Are My Immorals |
| But Most Of The Time |
| I Lose My Mind For Divine Oral |
| Ya’ll Define Normal |
| That’s Why They Don’t Get Me |
| And There Is No Chemistry |
| With Joe Schmo’s In Me |
| And Those Oppose In Me |
| Have No Souls Indeed |
| I’m Like A Parapleg |
| I Don’t Know Defeat |
| Or Never Felt It |
| We Gone Keep Going |
| I’ve Gots To Get Away, I’ve Gots To Fly Away |
| Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
| I’ve Gots To Get Away, I Gots To Fly Away |
| Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
| Visions Of PO-PO, Visions Of Sirens |
| Visions Of Handcuffs They Comin' Up |
| In My Dreams, Stomach Is Rumbling |
| They Say I Don’t Never Smile |
| Or Never Say Never Though I Admit |
| That It’s Been Awhile |
| You Never Tire, Might As Well As Inspire |
| And He Who Satisfy, Might As Well As Retire |
| Them Bastards Is Stagnant, My Path’s Everlastin' |
| I’ve Mastered This Ask Of Me, My Raff Ain’t Practice |
| I Refuse The Ration Allowed With These Assholes |
| That Naturally Act Like These Raps Is A Mattress |
| To The Yawners, To The Sleepers |
| To Be Honest, I Need Ya |
| So My Armor, Can Strengthen |
| So Keep Talkin' Ya’ll Pieces, Uh |
| I Beach Chair, With My Malibu Vision |
| Eatin No Boo Dishes, With My Soul Food Princess |
| By The Water, Au Revoir To My Audience |
| Left My Home Alone, You Can Call Me Macaulay Bitch |
| I’ve Gots To Get Away, I’ve Gots To Fly Away |
| Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
| I’ve Gots To Get Away, I Gots To Fly Away |
| Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |