There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

Started to lose friends when they notice you winning They see that we winning You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing Ridin 'round, out of bounds 40 cal, 30 rounds Never gonna love no broke ass bitch,

Fly...learn to 'Cause I'm a liar, I conspired, I'm a liar... Fly...wait to Father, tell me somethin' Where do bad men go when they die? And mother says you'll go there but Wings for her and I and I don't mind Cause I have always wanted to learn to...

You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that RattPack the gang, they all on my back Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine I'ma give her that D Out with the homies, I be Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV Permanently, permanently

Eighteen years had come and gone For mama they flew by But for me they drug on and on We were loading up that Chevy Both tryin' not to cry Mama kept on talking Putting off goodbye Then she took my hand and said "Baby, don't forget

You had to hide away for so long (so long) Where did we go wrong? Mister blue sky please tell us why Hey there mister blue We're so pleased to be with you Look around see what you do Everybody smiles at you Mister blue sky Sun is shinin' in the sky

The gress as green as it always was that sinister day Blackbird sang their songs as they always did that black-letter day The day we passed the great gate for the very last time I did not look back, I knew we'd stay I knew they I would not let us go

And no shoes, no shirt, no problems Blues what blues hey I forgot them The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom I've been up to my neck workin' six days a week Wearin' holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet Been dreamin' of gettin'

Hey baby, you ain't treating me right You go off everyday and don't come home til night That ain't the way to do it That ain't the way to get along Well i'm pickin' you up and takin' you to my house Now you're up and you're treating me like a mouse Well

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez when it's Easter time, too And your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you through Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry women there and they really make a mess outta