No one wants you What are we to do? No one wants you Fantastic pace I hope he never grows, grows into nothing He was born in the first grade hungry little lion Swallowed all he saw still he's barely alive He was a colorful person born of some colorful

See how I miss you? See how I miss you? (hey you, hey you) Rays of the moon make magic in the streets of the city All the people get strange but their faces look so pretty All the walking graffiti, survivalist bums Even the secret police shout that

I'm, I'm, I'm under and over it. You can live just like a star. I'm under and over it all. (I'm under and over it.) You can be me and I will be you. I'll take my sanity, you take the fame. Did you hear the one about me being a punk? Did you hear the one

(Oh, higher, higher) (Oh, high up in the sky) I need somebody, I need a witness When I'm looking in your face You give me faith I feel this faith This must be fate What do I know? To look in your eyes when you see the vision

It's just an illusion Treat yourself from the game If you're gonna guess it girl Never like that just stay right You're the best girl Then fasten girl Won't you anticipate And you're not a second guess girl 'Cause nobody understands

I'll come a-runnin' like a choo-choo train If you need me, call my name Always love you, always feel the same You told me a lie You made, made me cry I'll always love you 'till the day I die I'm going far away And I'm going, going to stay If you don't

Welcome to my sunny day My sunny day A better day Who'd ever thought that I would see this day Where I would see my ghetto life fade away Searched high and low, so close, yet so far to go I just know, there's a sunny day Cause I was lost and couldn't

I can make you, (I can make you believe in anything) Believe in anything My neighbors keep gettin' murdered so we sleep with the alarm on Bedroom filled with Nike SBs and Comme de Garcons Starin' at the ceiling listening to soul father Tryna' make the

J'suis dans le tier-quar, je n'souris pas, à part quand un vrai frérot sort de taule Plus de clients, plus de liasses, même sous commission, on ne fait pas d'pauses Ma chérie voudrait que j'lui offre une rose, rose Mais tout c'que j'ai à donner, c'est

Ow, ow, oww That's it rough, soft, turn me around How does it feel Yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh After tonight, tonight, tonight I'm a be your favorite (oh yeah) All night, all night, all night, all night I'm a be the one chasin'