Can we go back, this is the moment So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us Like the ceiling can't hold us Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over And all my people say Labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothin' Tonight is the

Leaves are falling, the wind is blowing so cold The end, cycle, peel to the core Fall to the ground All dies again Vision faces disintegrator It all came back to me Non could be lower, crawling under The weight I can't take I eat all, wild and virgin The

We're gonna leave all our troubles behind. Don't look back So if you just put your hand in mine, If it's love that you're running from, there's no hiding place. You can't run it, you can't hide it, you can't run it Love has problems I know but there

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying Just living proof that the camera's lying And oh, oh open wide You can't turn back Because this road is all you'll ever have 'Cause you'll go out in style You'll go out in style Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess

That I'm alright Can't say I'm sad to see you go Cause I'm not (No I'm not) Well I'm not With all the things we said And not a minute spent To think that we'd regret So we just take it back Forget the things we swore we meant

Nigga, I’m a real one You do whatever for the fame You make me wanna go click-clack bang I can’t stand you niggas I be wantin' back hand you niggas Yep, all my niggas bangers Watch how I twist my fingers If one fight then we all fight Pop a pill and

Everything has changed It's taking up our time again Go back, we can't go back at all Do you remember that? When we get home, I know we won't be home at all This place we live, it is not where we belong And I miss who we were and the town we could call

She's got this thing about her Like the magic in your favorite song You just can't put your finger on In her arms when we're all alone I get the feeling that I've come back home It might be her smile cause it can change my day Blue eyes that chase my

I just may walk up in Saks Good all ways, all work, no play, just juug I can't fuck you right now, no I gotta juug I take off, no jet lag Big old gun in a duffel bag Still got niggas on the block, yeah If we go broke, it's back to that Spend that shit,

Will you sing us a song And we'll sing it back to you We could sing our own But what would it be without you I am finding out that maybe I was wrong That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone Stay with me This is what I need please I am nothing now