I try to untie Manhattan So lit up, lit up, lit up alright Lit up, lit up, lit up alright I try to untie 'Cause you're the low life of the party, bad blood Bad blood for everybody I'm in control and I believe My bodyguard shows her revolver to anyone who

How could I ever go back Back to the life Where I lived amongst the dead Who have forgotten how to feel And become slaves to memory And wishful thinking But your love has set me free As you awaken every star That has been sleeping In the constellation of

How could I ever go back Back to the life Where I lived amongst the dead Who have forgotten how to feel And become slaves to memory And wishful thinking But your love has set me free As you awaken every star That has been sleeping In the constellation of

Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed Everywhere I look a killing spree All the things they wanted me to be Is all the things that I turned out to be Is everything that I like, like, like, like Everybody looking for the meaning of life thru a cell phone

Perfection is my direction, Even if that's all I had. It's not like I need no correction, I just know that life's not so bad. Picture this everyday kids that just can't find a way. Stuck in disarray can't find hope for better days. It's the degeneration

Yeah we love one another One blood for all One blood for the face of the earth One time ? in life These are the feelings you have ? God is majesty Open your ears and open your heart And listen to these words from the universe ? God is the respecter of no

Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, do he live No the nigga dies Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt Desperado, do work for

Where have you been, all my life? I've been everywhere, man Looking for you babe Where have you been? Looking for someone Someone who can please me Love me all night long Searching for you babe 'Cause I never see you out

I hate my life Well I hate my job, all of my rich friends I hate everyone to the bitter end Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight So sick of the hobos Always beggin' for change I don't like how I gotta work And they just sit around and get

There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences You probably only did a month for minor offenses Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance But then again there's always the