(This is a warning) Nigga please My time, my patience, my love My blood, my sweat, my tears My burdens, my drama, my pain My car, my money, my home My ups, my downs, my fears And my hours, my work, my strength

I'd like to believe in all the possibilities C'mon, c'mon, with everything falling down around me It's getting late, and I Cannot seem to find my way home tonight Feels like I am falling down a rabbit hole Falling for forever, wonderfully wandering alone

Up and down, it all comes back around Push and shove, do you feel better now? Knock, knock, knock You'll come tumblin' down Karma's got a kiss for you Why are you blaming me for all your insecurities? I never did anything, but you closed the doors

Let down and hanging around Crushed like a bug in the ground Transport, motorways and tramlines Starting and then stopping Taking off and landing The emptiest of feelings Disappointed people, clinging on to bottles When it comes it's so, so, disappointing

This ain't no sham. I am what I am. We will run and scream. You will dance with me. And we'll be free And they'll heal our scars. Sadness will be far away. Your eyes, they tie me down so hard. I'll never learn to put up a guard.

We're walking the tightrope With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh High in the sky We can see the whole world down below That comes with a breathtaking view Walking the tightrope Some people long for a life that is simple and planned Tied with a ribbon

Let me carry you home Just show me the real you So that I can feel you I promise I won't let you down When there's no one to turn to And all you've had faith in is gone When you're tired and you're weary And you have no strength to go on Everybody needs

We don't mess around We don't tie you up Just to let you down Don't girls like us make the world go round and round? I've never been a stranger to working hard But I've been known to play You won't likely find me letting down my guard But I'll get drunk

Every time you drop a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, I'm walking through your streets Where all your money's earning Where all your buildings crying And clueless neckties working Revolving fake lawn houses Housing all your

Cities full of hatred Fear and lies Withered hearts And cruel, tormented eyes Scheming demons Dressed in kingly guise Beating down the multitude And scoffing at the wise When they turn the pages of history