'Cause when you're conquering my day and night Easing the pain inside Keep the bad things out of my mind, out of my mind Got me loving, all of the time I don't mind wasting time Let's stop and smell the roses Are we going round in circles Are we running

Who's your daddy, who's your baby? Don't you sweat it Everything is waiting inside for you Who's your buddy, who's your friend? And who's the one guy that you come runnin' to I got the money if you got the honey Let's cut a deal let's make a plan Who's

It's an illusion Can't believe what you hear Don't believe what you read Here and gone in a day Not what it seems this American dream Just drifting away After all that we've seem A complete waste of time Just a nursery rhyme

Who they want you to be Who they wanted to see If my velocity starts to make you sweat Then just don't let go Get up and go Just leave the party with me and never go home But you'll just never know 'Cause the emergency room got no vacancy (Go) kill the

Living life, Life in the fast lane, Not that bad, No, we can't complain, Who's to say, That we won't keep it real, Hold on tight, Don't you dare let go, Now's the time

Na na na na When your heart's about to break Sometimes you just gotta say When you're feeling like the world is pushing on your chest Don't let it get to you Sometimes you gotta step back and take a breath When you know some stupid boy's just trying to

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I'm not gonna let you disappear {disappear} I can't let you vanish There's no magic when you're gone You say you don't need me You say, "this time believe me" I don't wanna hear it I don't wanna believe it

Really babe, you fucking with a vibe right now I usually keep it pushing I don't ever stick around I move so swift they call me Taylor But now you got me feeling easy like a lay up We messing with feeling unknown right now If I let you hit would I be

If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Real rich nigga sex) If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up Go to DR, get that fat transfer It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome Full blown, run rich, Brinx

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa. And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa. No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore. It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score. And why do we like to