What d'you think you're Gonna be doin' next year? How you know you're not Gonna up and die? No doubt... Soon enough your friends Will find you out

You're always in my heart Though you're far away I am here to stay I am here with you Though we're far apart Everyday I sit and ask myself How did love slip away Something whispers in my ear and says That you are not alone

If you're 555, then I'm 666 If your 555, I'm 666 (Whats it like to be a heretic?) I'm a popstar threat and I'm not dead yet Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head Like a dead beat winner, I want to be a sinner An idolized bang for the industry

You're not in the room There are no legible signs You wait your turn in the queue You say your sorries and thank you's I don't think you're ever A hundred percent in the room You go on I'll be okay I can dream the rest away It's just a little touch of

The weak or the strong You got it going on You're dead wrong What about ten years from now? Ten years from now, where do I want to be? I want to be, just livin' man Just living comfortably with my niggas man, in a pool and shit, smoking plenty indo You

And my denial keeps me on the edge of the chance Well here comes the sun And you’re in my arms 'Cause unlike you I got nothing to hide I don't pretend to have any shame I got a box we could put all your lies in You know that I will be a call away The

And the way you look tonight. Some day, when I'm awfully low, When the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you... Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm And your cheeks so soft, There is nothing for me but to love you, With each word

It's not complicated Like autumn leaves Close your eyes before the sleep And you're miles away And yesterday you were here with me Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you? Ooh how I miss you

Whoa oh oh oh oh, Mona Lisa Say what you mean Tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign I want to believe You're guaranteed to run this town I'd pay to see you frown There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

Here's another Sunday morning call Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl Into a day that couldn't give you more But what for? And in your head do you feel What you're not supposed to feel You take what you want