There must be heaven in this hell that I'm living 'Cause heaven seems to be so forgiving I won't give up No, don't give up It's a long road and you're on your own 'Cause there must be Take care of my broken soul There must be angels, guiding the way

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz It's like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention Fuck all that playing, now I'm grown, I put my heart in it I had to get down with that chrome

'Cause I want it now I want it now Give me your heart and your soul And I'm breaking out I'm breaking out It's bugging me And twisting me around

This is how we roll out here We’re packin' heat cause it’s cold out here Hold your own, don’t show no fear Oh you’re gonna lose your soul out here This is how we roll Hollywood where the fuck you at? 'Cause this is how we roll Nightfall and the day

Be careful who you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, And you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you know it's out of your control?

There's a hole in my soul Take a walk outside your mind Take a look and you will find That's been killing me forever It's a place where a garden never grows Yeah, I should have known better 'Cause your love's like a thorn without a rose Is it over?

Pull yourself together 'Cause no one heard your name It's better late than never And if I take forever To put you back together Face right, face left

Your heaven's trying everything To break me down 'Cause it's almost like And I can't seem to find my way home To keep me out Your heavens trying everything Another day in this carnival of souls Another nights ends, end as quickly as it goes The memories

Be careful who you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, And you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you know it's out of your control?