All that you want Is standing right in front of you All that you need It's all for you I saw your face, stuck in a crowd Silently screaming out loud I felt the beat echo your heart Throw me a line 'cause it's too far

Take the box Put it in the box, put it in the box The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Frank's in there and I don't care Your neighbors were screaming I don't have a key for downstairs So I punched all the buzzers hoping he would be there And

Oh, fight me Oh, a candle at my chest and a hand on his knee I woke up and he was screaming, I'd left him dreaming I roll over and shake him tightly and whisper If they want you, oh, they're gonna have to fight me I woke up on a bench on Shepherd's Bush

Your tail lights fading in to the night Screaming your name In the pouring down rain Watching you leave us behind So I don't go out on the town All the whiskey I had I poured out And that's where I go when I drink Standing at the end of the drive My

There's no slowing down now I'm a runaway train My pistons are pounding Brakes are screaming your name And when there's nothing but wreckage and flames And your misery is all that remains I'll feel human again But I'm a runaway train I always knew that

Dreaming of screaming Someone kick me out of my mind We're the prophetic generation of bottled water, bottled water You, you went beyond and you lost it all Why did you go there From (For treated indigenously, digenously) (Human right is private blue

Now I'm not really one for drinking songs but Don't wanna think about you right now Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 'Cause if I did, it would be damn bad And I'd show up at your house I was screaming at your door Saying "what the fuck is wrong with you?" I thought

We still love you We will miss you We're saying RIP to everyone we know Our glass is now half empty But the tears will overflow And still we're screaming RIP to everyone we love

Last night I heard the screaming Loud voices behind the wall Another sleepless night for me It won't do no good to call The police always come late If they come at all And when they arrive They say they can't interfere With domestic affairs

I get it in 'till sunrise Windows rolled down screaming ah! Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid Number one hustla' gettin' money Why do you wanna count my money Doing ninety in a sixty five I'm a hustla' and I don't need them! One of them y'all see! I'm so paid