Good evening Constantinople The best audience in the world we've bin told We really hope the dope'll Make you clap At all that crap That you've bin sold.

Shine on, shine on Humans being There is just enough Christ in me To make me feel almost guilty Is that why God made us breed To make us see we're Humans Being You break this, I'll break all that You break my balls with all your crap Spread your disease

There are some that blindly and happily plow While the tractor screams "feed me some oil" The scraping of gears and the gnashing of teeth fall softly on full ahead ears A frown may give away something right A smile can hide crooked affairs Sun on the

I give it all that I got I get the cash and I flip it (yeah) I fuck the baddest bitches Young nigga scrape that pot (huh) Yeah, skrrt out the lot (huh) Life been movin' so fast Yeah, spend this cash (aye) I just been getting to my bag (huh) I just been

Won't lay down our heads till the day is won Won't stop running till we reach the sun Chasing all the things that are keeping us young We won't stop running till we reach the sun All the scrapes on our knees Oh we play, In autumn days Run, run, don't

But come on, come on down Sweet Virginia Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes Wadin' through the waste stormy winter And there's not a friend to help you through Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs Drop your reds, drop your greens and

And one arm around my boys A heart that's still pretty crazy If the world comes knocking With one arm around my baby Tell 'em I'm not home I'm finally holdin' my own I lived, loved, and died holdin' my own Always been a fighter, scrapper, and a clawer