Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high) Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me 'Cause we are, we are, super high I wanna buy my bitch every

This goes for all around the world (grrrrah) 'Til the world is gone This goes all around the world (grrrrah) So we carry on Thank God I got it All night with the bag Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it So we carry on, git, git! Thank God,

So save me, I, I, I I'm not fuckin around Stop fucking with me And the children are born. Your feeling through me, I, I, I Nothin' seems to faze. Your children of the Korn, children of the Korn. All, I, want, to, do,

Wish I was there with you now Everything comes back to you And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing in this fairground Drive highways and byways

I guess I stuck around so I could watch us fight For all the wrong reasons I guess it wasn't what, it wasn't really what I thought I thought it was the day I got, I want it all to go away I guess it wasn't really right I guess it wasn't meant to be It

They resounding I didn't hear it I'd fallen into a pit of lies I try to dig around the other side And much to my surprise I was to blame for all the rain Diamond in the wishing well Falling underneath the spell Save me from the wicked waves

For You are salt and light Let my eyes see Your kingdom shine all around Let my heart overflow with passion for Your name Let my life be a song, revealing who You are You have written and redeemed my story You are love's great height You are deep and

'Cause you make me feel gorgeous You're so gorgeous Oh, so gorgeous I might be better off without you There's too many people all around you All these vultures that surround you They don't know a thing about you Nobody understands you You ain't nothing

She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) Fake proper-talking, bitch be like "Please pass the Backwood" (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the

So down here on the ocean we will stay Went through a lot of changes Turned a lot of pages When I took a boat Sunday Took a boat Sunday, down by the sea It just felt so nice, you and me We didn't have a problem or a care And all around was silence,