Hey what you waitin' for? Do it, (you better) do it, (you better) do it What you waitin' for? Do it, ('cause I'm a) do it, ('cause I'm a) do it Do it, (you know we) do it, (you know we) do it Big s*** poppin' and little s*** stoppin' Hey, hey what you

I can see the lights in front of me Free yourself to be yourself Hey now, do you know my name Hey now, where I'm going If I can't get an answer In your eyes I see it The lights of home If only you could If only you could see yourself

They're not gonna happen Don't get any big ideas You paint yourself white And fill up with noise But there'll be something missing Now that you've found it, it's gone Now that you feel it, you don't You've gone off the rails So don't get any big ideas

You know who you are Somewhere in America, one night Out on the road I saw her face Trying hard to blend in with the others She looked so out of place Wo oh, her eyes, they caught me by surprise They haunt my memory Wo oh, she turned me around Read my

Love's still in my brain I'm gon' fill this up, you gon' roll this up Driver pulling up with no delay We gon' throw it up, now we feel the rush Never gave a fuck 'bout what they say This what we living for We fall in love every single night and every day

Now, but I can't And I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again In the middle of a gun fight In the

You don't know the hell that's coming Everybody get on the ground We are the override We are the override oh oh The ghosts have killed enough Familiar haunts have had enough Too much thought will give you doubt And now they found you

Well, they say people come The say people go This particular diamond was extra special And though you might be gone, and the world may not know Still I see you, celestial And I should but I can't let you go But when I'm cold, I'm cold Yeah, when I'm cold

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 1, 2, 3, and... Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man Can't tell that to a dingy old man Who see a young nigga getting plently dough man Icy Audemar, Hendy gold band With a mean girl

No, did your sheep start jumping? They grow out their teeth I know I've seen your face somewhere Did they need a little something more than this? No, can this world not afford to sleep anymore? (Oh) Selling something, some big idea I know I've seen that