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

And I know that you don't But if I ask you if you love me I hope you li-li-li-lie You look happy Flashing back to New York City Changing flights so you'd stay with me Now I wish we'd never met 'Cause you're too hard to forget

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with

And a couple little shacks You gotta go deep Way on back Cross a few creeks And you kick it into four wheel drive when you run out of road You gotta get lost Crickets and frogs Yeah you're gettin' close now

We'll be up all night Keeping up the moon I just wanna dance, baby dance with you We gonna scream and shout until sunrise We won't close it down I know the lights are out, I know it's getting late But you're still young and we're wide awake I've never

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse This your man Royce Da 5'9" This your dude Crooked I Man, Jump off Joe Beezy It's Joell Ortiz Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, just remember Little niggas get your weight up fuck y'all, pay up My bars

I ain't goin' out that door Ain't but one way out Raise your window If you raise your window I can ease out soft and low If I get away this time I won't be caught no more 'Cause the man out there might Be your man, I don't know Your neighbors gonna be

Ooo 1, 2, 3, 4 fire's in your eyes Ooo 5, 6, 7, minus 9 lives And this chaos, it defies imagination You've arrived at panic station You won't get much closer Till you sacrifice it all (all) You won't get to taste it With your face against the wall (wall

Bitch, I'm silly Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies Sex Money Murda, shout out all my blazing Billies (all my Billies) Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon And you rockin' with Take

Won’t you open up your eyes? It’s just a matter of time 'til you find Why, why you gotta be so blind? He’s no good, girl No good for you Hey, good girl Hey good girl You better get to getting on your goodbye shoes and go, go, go With your head in the