Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

(please enjoy) Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing Looking for my place On assembly lines Fake prizes Risin' out of the bomb holes Skeleton boys hyped up on purple Smoke rings blow from across the disco

Joguei bebida na ferida Foi a dor mais doida que eu senti na vida Que bom que o álcool cicatriza Vai fazer isso com os outros, vai Tudo que vai volta, ai, ai, ai Parecia um bom negócio Você se desfazer de mim

Who am I living for? I can see the writing on the wall, I can't ignore this war, At the end of it all, At the end, at the end, It's never easy to be chosen, Never easy to be called, Standing on the front line when the bombs start to fall,

I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective 'Cause I’m bool, balm and bollective Woke up this morning feelin’ bool and balm Ain’t have to drank no drank a niggas nerves was balm Was it 'cause last night I had some bomb She got ratchet in

Or sleeping in your dress blues You never planned on the bombs in the sand Mamas and grandmamas love you What can you see from your window? I can't see anything from mine Flags on the side of the highway And scripture on grocery store signs Maybe

O samba é bom não vai terminar agora Ô Isaura pega na viola Ô Isaura (ô Isaura) pega na viola Lá no morro da mangueira Só não sobe quem não quer Porque lá tem Tengo-Tengo Santo Antônio e Chalé Tia Maria tem sete filhos Todos sete pra comer

West coast shit My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me My shit's the bomb For my niggas drinking Cognac Smoking weed, always

It's not over before it's too late She's all alone again Wiping the tears from her eyes Someday he feels like dying She gets so sick of crying An extraordinary girl She's an extraordinary girl It's not over 'till you're underground This city's burnin'

Told y'all it was my year Good drank, big knots Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!) Drop top, no hot box 12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops Whips out, Kunta Kinte Diamonds clear like Bombay Taking babies, no Harambe Play with keys