Getting any better than this (Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey) We're all fighting growing old Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey In the hopes Of a few minutes more To get on St. Peter's list

Will be the end of the road So I guess the driveway Let the credits start to roll I tried it your way But I got nothing to show And the story's getting old For us it's too late Nothing hurts like losing

It's getting old The bad news Why turn on my TV When it's only tragedy Why turn on my radio When the headlines hurt you know We are all immigrants Sorry for the bad news It's always an issue

Dan-danger-dangerous I don't know where the lights are taking us But something in the night is dangerous And nothing's holding back the two of us But, baby, this is getting serious It's dangerous, so dangerous I wanna do it again I don't know what you're

I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground To have me a woman that I can't control You're just getting ready for some cypress grove Well

In the streets it's getting hot and the youths Them a get so cold searching for food for the pot They'll do anything to fill that gap, whoo As generation comes and goes You gatta make preparation for the youths them a grow It's what you reap, it's what

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder I turned the TV off, to turn it on again

Can you feel me? Would you touch me? Can you help me? Hey you, out there in the cold Getting lonely, getting old Hey you, standing in the aisles With itchy feet and fading smiles Hey you, don't help them to bury the light Don't give in without a fight

Nothing's quite the same as European Vegas So you think you're lonely, you think that you're the only one Baby, listen closely, let me be your number one The city's getting colder, the streets are turning into ice So baby, hold me closer, let me stay for

Young niggas on for real Tokyo drift through the hills Used to have to walk, no wheels Hunnid dollar bills Used to have to eat cold meals Now a nigga offin' gold seals Countin' up money getting chills We some young niggas on for real Now I'm buyin' whips