It sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal Can't take the kid from the fight Take the fight from the kid You're a regular decorated emergency It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional Sit back, relax, sit back, relapse again Just sit back,

Paints a trace of sadness Sweet, sweet is the night When the day is done and there's nowhere to run And the people of the city have all lost and won In your city dress you stand and stare And you smoke another cigarette and comb your hair And the light

Hold on, hold on She used to make me happy Ain't always cool But it's alright It's not a sad song really It's not a sad song, sad song, yeah And I stopped taking your messages Never stopped loving you So hold on, baby

Roll me up and smoke me when I die Just roll me up and smoke me when I die. So don't sit around and cry And if anyone don't like it, just look 'em in the eye I didn't come here, and I ain't leavin' Now you won't see no sad and teary eyes When I get my

I remember being broke and down bad Now I pay nothing for my sneakers 'cause I'm NAV He can't get a feature so he mad I ain't nothing like these rappers they won't last I don't wanna call her now she sad It's 'cause I'm getting money fucking bitches

From my head to my toes Feeling overexposed I wanna be naked with you All my faults, all your stars Who I am, who you are I wanna be, oh, naked with you, naked with you Not afraid to show, I just wanna say I ain't no Ken and you ain't no Barbie Ain't

Gerald what you so sad for? Why the hell you got the blues? Everybody wanna be in your shoes Everything ain't that bad Name a reason that you got to be mad Man stop acting like a bitch Forgot you're all famous now and rich? Gerald what the fuck is wrong,

Ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle (oh Lord child) Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah) Won't you follow me into the jungle (Oh Lord, said oh Lord, I said oh Lord) Yeah, yeah, yeah Well it's too long living in the same old lives

(Park Hill romance) We got the love but they put out the fire (Park Hill romance) 'Cause they expect us to walk on the wire I love ya, will you marry me? Oh, what a shame we gotta pay for reality Ain't it sad, sad, sad? Every day, every day, every single

To love somebody You don't know what it's like (If I ain't got you?) The way I love you (To live with you) (So, so sad) The way that I It's a light,