If I lose myself tonight Take us down and we keep trying 40,000 feet keep flying Thought of all other people, places and things I've loved You can feel the light start to tremble Washing what you know out the sea yeah You can see your life out of the

(Welcome to L.A) Where you can see the whole city burning 'Cause the cops got Uzis and the dealers keep serving And your kids ain't learning shit, except this Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times Trying to

Sixty seconds now feels more like thirty Tick-tock, won't stop, around it goes Sand through the glass sure falls in a hurry And all you keep trying to do is slow it down, soak it in Keep trying to make the good times last as long as you can It just goes

Little by little, day by day There's a little piece of heaven Right here where you are The fact that you keep trying Is what sets you apart. Help me find the reason And I'll help you find the way To get rid of all your pain Now don't you be afraid

And I can't take this Keep talking while I'm walking away You can say what you have to say 'Cause my mind's made up anyway Lets go ya'll These people are running off at the mouth Trying to convince me that I'm running on empty Trying to convince

Ah ah ah, we got to keep on trying We got to keep on trying I'm just arriving in the city And there's music on my mind Lookin' for my destination and My home is far behind 'Cause it's a long road ahead And you can make it in the end I'm gonna make it

Keep on talking louder and louder Well, it could be easy We keep on trying so hard, but I don't hear anything Walk across and talk to me And all I want to hear is you Oh, it could be easy What you saying? 'Cause it's late and it's midnight Know I need

Twenty four karat magic in the air Head to toe so player Put your pinky rings up to the moon Girls, what y'all trying to do? Oh they don't know? (Go on tell 'em) So many pretty girls around me and they waking up the rocket (keep up) Why you mad, fix ya

Cool down the space for me little woman You're coming in to fast for me That's not how it should be She keep on trying be she can't And so she do it how she want And so I told her: Went to a dance last Saturday night I was feeling tipsy, the mood was

Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,