We will, we will rock you Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday You got mud on your face, you big disgrace Kicking your can all over the place, singin' Buddy, you're a young man, hard man Shouting in the

Beast mode (yeah) Go beast mode Ballin' so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh) I got the cheat code Spent two bands on some mothafuckin' jeans hoe Those is Mike Amiri jeans though Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico Yeah,

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son And where have you been, my darling young one I've stumbled on the

Love don't let me down Don't let me down I've been a hard man Been a lonely man Then I saw the light in your eyes this morning And somehow I knew I was gonna take a chance with you Try to see this through So I'll be hopin' you

Head in a cloud And they wake up, and they go out We only wake 'cause our eyes are open Open so wide we walk in the dark Trying so hard to keep what we're losing Using our feet to show them the movements We were like them before we were older Just like

Let it go, ooo ooo 'Cause I'ma I'ma go for broke You could go hard or you could go home You could live life or you could just fold You could stay young or you could grow old You could get high or you could get low Love is much more that paper You can get

It comes and goes in waves The freedom, of falling A feeling I thought was set in stone It slips through, my fingers I'm trying hard to let go And carries us away It always does, it always does We watch as our young hearts fade Into the flood, into the

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall And it's hard, and it's hard, it's hard, it's hard And it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of

Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place (Well, alright) Make a hundred bands, I throw a fifty in the safe, ayy (Yeah) If you're talkin' money, gotta show it to my face (Got to) Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)

I get the money, young nigga get money, the money'll follow me (go get it) I get the money, young nigga get money, (that bag, that bag) the money'll follow me (go get it) I get the money, the money is nothing (go get it), I count it then fall asleep