Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I’m fairly local, I’ve been around I’ve seen the streets you're walking down I’m fairly local, good people now It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional Yo, this song will never be on the radio Even if my clique were to pick

'Cause it's your soul That you have sold You're only human Let the love in your heart shine a light, come alive and get you Search your heart You must have left it down in the womb of your mother Find it now You'd give away your love and your soul for a

Beautiful stranger To know you Is to love you You're everywhere I go And everybody knows If I'm smart then I'll run away But I'm not so I guess I'll stay I looked into your eyes And my world came tumbling down

Yeah but baby you're the one I need to stay Got a few bad habits babe Before you cause my little heart to break And my drinking baby I can cut down on it too I got to cut you lose now baby Cut down on my smoking babe Cut down on my smoking babe yeah

Life starts now. 'Cause life starts now. You've done all the things that could kill you somehow And you're so far down But you will survive it somehow because life starts now. You've done all the things that could kill you somehow, And you're so far

What can you show me That my heart don't know already And you're qualified to me Only losers go to school That my heart don't know where it is And you're qualified We make our own sins You're qualified to me We did it unknown

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it For a minute though I couldn’t tell how to fall out It’s twenty seconds till the last call You’re going hey hey hey hey hey hey Lie down you know it’s easy Like we did it over summer long And I’ll be anything you ask

Our love is lying there Lying by your side Murdered by the lies you told now you’re the one who cries And your tears rain down Rain down your face And falling on the pillows in the bed you made You left me nothing now it’s all I’ve got, for you Goodbye,

There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new The big lights will inspire you Ooh, New York I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Hear it for New

When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to