And I think to myself, what a wonderful world. I hear babies cry, I watch them grow And I think to myself, what a wonderful world I see trees of green, red roses too I see em bloom, for me and for you I see skies of blue, clouds of white Bright blessed

All this happen for myself and my family Only obligation is to tell it straight I'm in bed awake, thinkin' how'd I make There's no way that this is real, man, it can't be Elevate, elevate So much on my plate I gotta delegate Baka passed a drug test, we

Everything hit Smoking I got a permanent cough Popping them pills again Used to think you was my dawg, now you are not my friend Turn myself into a boss, I was born to win Still know how to handle a loss Me and Metro going in All my songs hits All my

Oh again, and again Yeah I trip, when I look in your eyes Oh I'm hyp, hypnotised Whoa oh-oh oh Been rusting in rubble Running to a faint Need a brand new coat of paint I found myself in trouble Thinking 'bout what ain't

Somebody, been sleeping in my bed (That's a bad thing to say but I think it's true) I know I should have been there but I was someplace else instead (Yes, and that's what makes it so bad) I had myself a real good woman, to hear my every call

Who's that loungin' in my chair? Who's that castin' devious stares in my direction? Mama, this surely is a dream, yeah And I smell sex and candy here Hanging 'round downtown by myself And I've had so much time to sit and think about myself And there she

Where do I go now? Got up this morning Cause I don't think I can go myself Tell my family For a hundred miles A thousand more I'll go I wonder a hundred miles Got a thousand more to go I can't quit my walking

We were born to be together And it hurts like hell To be torn apart To be thrown around I could only be myself with you around Oh, with you around And now there’s nothing left for me to think about Whoa, to think about.

Well they encourage your complete cooperation Send you roses when they think you need to smile I can't control myself because I don't know how, And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff

Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid? Do you have the time To listen to me whine About nothing and everything, all at once? I am one of those