Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la frisky I just can't stop the feeling So if I hurt your feelings Don't seem to go away (Nothing else to say) (Don't take it the wrong way) It's just because I'm

Trapped on one stop, served my own block Bought my own watch (own watch) Loaded Glock, lettin' that thing pop (pop) They can't freeze us (freeze us) Skybox, we been at the top (sky) They can't see us (see us) Big knocks, fucked the dirty cops (Hey

Holy Mother, where are you? Tonight I feel broken in two. I've seen the stars fall from the sky. Holy mother, can't keep from crying. Oh I need your help this time, Get me through this lonely night. Tell me please which way to turn To find myself again.

A machine heart (a machine heart) I let you do it too I pushed and pulled it I don't have a machine heart Can't tell it to stop, no burden to push the sky You'll see it break, you'll see it fall apart But it ain't calculated It ain't by the rules And you

Cover my eyes electric blue Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Every single night I dream about you Now I can't get my head around it I thought I found it But I found out I don't know shit But I found out Summer's gone and so are you See the sky electrocute

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

Well up here's the window sitting way up high I can't look up enough to see the sky There ain't no good light here below Don't want no preacher man to come around I don't need him to lay my burden down Alright, I told Jesus everything I know When it's

Dead boys don't cry Oh si you ti reda O yo tu si era Lo yo tu so lo ra No wonder why You'll see them ride the midnight sky For they can't die

All I see is red, now Red from my heart, red like my blood Red from my lips when you told me you were done Just can't dream nothing else It's all around me I'm drowning, no one can help We were living in black and white Under the grayest sky

They know not if it's dark outside or light While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why And now I know Spanish Harlem are not