All we see is sky for forever We let the world pass by for forever And we talk and take in the view Two friends on a perfect day End of May or early June This picture-perfect afternoon we shared Drive the winding country road Grab a scoop at À La Mode

Dirty soda in a styrofoam Spend a day to get my mind blown Dress it up and go to NASA 200 Miles on the dash Gotta roll a pound up and gas it Switching lanes in a Grand Rapid We the ones that kept it cool With all these niggas 'til these niggas start

I have a life that's good At the end of the day Two arms around me Heaven to ground me And a family that always calls me home Four wheels to get there Enough love to share And a sweet, sweet, sweet song

The honoring instinct of animal No blame on the red bull Throw fury at him Aim gorge and win Less contenders on the way today Let them pay Nothing lost

We all want love and that's okay, Maybe there's someone. When my song has slipped away And the darkness swallows the day Another one's not very far away, so baby just hold on. And at the end of everyday no one can take these things away Baby just hold on

You're a drop in the rain Just a number not a name And you don't see it You don't believe it At the end of the day You're a needle in the hay You signed and sealed it

When these open doors were open-ended Two more weeks And I read about the afterlife I'm good to go My foot is in the door, yeah I can't sleep In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)

You're the one that I want at the end of the day All I know at the end of the day is you want what you want and you say what you say And you'll follow your heart even though it'll break All I know at the end of the day is love who you love There ain't no

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison tell me what you do Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun forever) And I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a way Through canals

Don't tell a lie on me I won't tell the truth 'bout you The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Thirty millions later, my future favors Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated My day shift's been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of