Shaped yellow light And it picks you up And cuts you down to size In the painted faces congregate In the mating season The seconds homes They go alone In no rush leave 'em And there's a fountain

'Cause just like him, you always leave me crying A million little wishes float across the sky Picked you out and picked you up Hopin' that my luck would change Let the summer fill my lungs Superstition fill my brain But it's a waste of breath and it's

'Cause just like him, you always leave me crying A million little wishes float across the sky Picked you out and picked you up Hopin' that my luck would change Let the summer fill my lungs Superstition fill my brain But it's a waste of breath and it's

That was on your place in bed I've got a mind to give up living And go shopping instead That's when I decided that I'd be better off dead Pick me up a tombstone And be pronounced dead Well, I read your letter this morning Oh, when I read your letter this

Oh ain't life wonderful When everything is right But sometimes wonderful Can fall apart sometimes When your troubles knock you down Pick yourself up off the ground and

'Cause just like him, you always leave me crying A million little wishes float across the sky Picked you out and picked you up Hopin' that my luck would change Let the summer fill my lungs Superstition fill my brain But it's a waste of breath and it's

Ain't nobody got me like you do, my partners be like That’s your soldier your lil soldier (Girl) That’s why I'm riding out with you, I'll always be like That’s my soldier my lil soldier She hold it down and I pick it up We balling like a armor truck

My truth will be my own You say it doesn't matter, get used to fear I tell you, that's the problem What it's done to you, the way you live your life This is where you pick yourself up, brush off the ashes Clear the smoke and soot from your eyes Their

That was on your place in bed I've got a mind to give up living And go shopping instead That's when I decided that I'd be better off dead Pick me up a tombstone And be pronounced dead Well, I read your letter this morning Oh, when I read your letter this

You put it down Baby I'm back now feeling how I used to feel You got me back now, stick around, this is for reals You put it do-do-do-down, my painkiller You pick me up and get me higher You fill my cup with desire Kiss and make it better, kiss and make