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

There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

Show no fear! Charge your horses across the fields Together we ride into destiny Have no fear of death, when its our time Oden will bring us home, when we die! Raise your swords up high! See the black birds fly! Let them hear your rage!

The summer's not hot The summer won't start without you 'Til you show up The temperature is ninety nine And it can get much higher So come on over Romeo And vamos a la playa The summer's not hot 'til you show up

Do you picture a better life? But I can't shake the feeling That you picture a better life, better wife, better nights, better high I can't seem to understand it How did we get so low I've been up late watching you breathe Wondering if you're going to

I don't wanna go to school I just wanna break the rules Comin' up until we die Boys and girls across the world Putting on our dancing shoes Going to the discotheque Getting high and getting wrecked Na-na na na And never stop, it's how we ride

Blame it on the bag You can blame it on the bag If you wonderin’ why I changed up Tell ‘em the money is why I changed up I’m gettin' high smokin’ with angels You know I can hate that’s what a lame does Bring it back stackin’ this money But I still can’t

You and me should go and get so high tonight There was an age the battered times were coiled up around you like a diamond cage Though your sparkle 's long resigned It flickers like the embers of a dying blaze These might be the last days of the blinding

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta High like a jet like a jet blue jet Get on Patron, run grab by your phone To the rhythm I was born to be, born to climb To the brain Put them up! Hands up! Hands up! Put them up! Can’t hide from me, me say me boy I’m to be high

We'll get higher and higher Oh that's what dreams are made of Straight up we'll climb Leave it all behind So baby dry your eyes, save all The tears you've cried World turns black and white Pictures in an empty room Your love starts fallin down