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

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

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

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

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

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

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

Woman I'm troubled, I be all worried in mind And I just can't keep from cryin' Well I'm goin' away to leave Won't be back no more Goin' back down south, child Don't you want to go? Well baby I just can't be satisfied Well I feel like snappin' Pistol in

It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch If we ever go broke girl, then time is all we got No more Mr. Nice Guy, hello Mr. Nice Watch They say time is money but really it's not And you can't make that back, no you can't make that back So let's ball while

It's all your fault Because you were perfect You called me beautiful You turned me out And now I can't turn back But I'm running out of air And it's not fair I hold my breath I conjure up the thought of being gone