We are strangers, who share a photograph Like that submarine, that never made it back Forever wasn't meant to come as fast In this moment all we have is an empty photograph We used to have it all Like Chicago Bulls in '93, hmm Then came that civil war

All-star in the booth (All-star) Put VVS on my tooth (Bling blaow) Come like I threw a celebrity cook-out 'Cause I got the stars in my roof Nothing but net, step back and I shoot Hard in the streets, I stay in the loop My team of magicians turned one

Gotta get to me, gotta get to me You gotta spread your wings and start flying Like a drop of rain, gotta find the way Don't hit the brakes, just come and crash through my horizon Bring back the air, I need to breathe, baby You gotta get to me The night

Tonight your memory burns like a fire With everyone it grows higher and higher I can't get over it, I just can't put out this love I just sit in these flames and pray that you'll come back Close my eyes tightly, hold on and hope that I'm dreaming Come

Hallelujah, good to see ya Ain't no sting like a king bee shakedown Everybody digs when the boogie comes back around And the chill drunk buzzin' all night long There's a jingle in your pocket with a jangle in your hand Do you want your own money or your

You got the silver you got the gold Hey babe, what's in your eyes? I saw them flashing like airplane lights You fill my cup, babe, that's for sure I must come back For a little more You got my heart, you got my soul You got the diamonds, from the mine

And the prophecy read that One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums This boy will go on and use the knowledge that he gains While fighting for survival in the streets To become a crack leader And in

My wild sweet love Pay that no mind Just find that dappled dream of yours Come on back and see me when you can Man, I can understand how it might be Kind of hard to love a girl like me I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to

Far away like a radio All broke down, comin' in low Red lights flash, static and snow I was ridin' shotgun with the driver The lovers and the rounders Come along with me to L.A. Me and my bride On a Greyhound back

Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade Back in the USA for a small town serenade With fireworks on display Tonight, it's a hero's welcome home And there's no place to go And I'm taking it to the