It's obvious that you're dying, dying Just living proof that the camera's lying And oh oh open wide Don't look up just let them think You can't turn back Because this road is all you'll ever have 'Cause you'll go out in style You'll go out in style Yeah

These are the good old days And I wish that I could stay These are the good old days (these are the good old days, yeah) It's all good right now I don't really know why, I don't really know why But these are the good old days Oh, I'd like to stay I wish

Devour, devour Suffocate you own empire It's your final hour Stolen like a foreign soul What a way to go! You know they're only toys Take it and take it and take it and take it all Take it and take it and take it until you take us all Smash it and crash

Don't acknowledge right, just dwell on wrong This spot in hell's where I belong I've come so far, it's been so long Don't know why it started or where it came from Dust begins to fall to the ground (And you sit there and do nothing) The air is cold and

If you really need me, just reach out and touch me If you want my body and you think I'm sexy Come on, sugar, let me know Come on, sugar let me know She sits alone, waiting for suggestions He's so nervous, avoiding all the questions His lips are dry, her

My eyes fall open on you It's like my dreams keep goin' on and on and on, it don't Matter what we're doin' As long as I'm with you, and I can't imagine anything I couldn't love you through the bad days There's gonna be mistakes But, baby, I'm here to stay

Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole Taste, the feeling of a fever soul All in all I need to get me through Held up here, it's a silent fear And this space don't take my mind A cloudy wake, it's a young mistake That I'm clothed in I can't see when I

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga Dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the doctor The Math gon' drop him And 50 ain't rocking with him no more It's okay, I get it popping Whole club

I call it love Baby, I don't know what love is Maybe I'm a fool I just know what I'm feeling And it's all because of you Don't tell me I don't know I want the truth 'Cause they call it