Going down, it's going down Going down, it's going down, huh Oh my God, shawty thick she Oh my God, yeah, yeah Going down, it's going down, hey Oh my God shawty thick she Oh my God, yeah, ay Oh my God, shawty thick she-

They never will know They never will find In the furnace Charring the flesh The body is ash Burning the corpse Consumed by the flames There is no trace Stab the knife into the face and then wrench the blade inside

Hey, I can hear you talking Say, don’t look down, don’t look down. Hey, I can hear you preaching Say don’t leave me fall, fall.

(Wheel it!) Yeah (Six!) Murda on tha beat so it's not nice That’s Baka, he's a no-long-talker Quick to let the motherfuckin' TEC slam We don’t need to hear about a next man Youts talk down, then they get ran Left them, get dipped from the whole ends

And they never fly Something's changed track Reach up from the waves You'll find that you're only waving goodbye You're only waving I went back to Boston Back to the city of lost love I went back to the place And recognized your face in the stone long

All I know is I've heard this all before Reality's a bore (is a bore) You ask me to believe it (never believe) Something they provide Can't bring myself to, do what You want me to (want me to) This is who we are and (who we are) Nothing's gonna change

The waters turn The hardships we endure You ain't the only son Or forgotten daughter Yet I keep on running And I won't look back The waters rise You never know just where they're at We have drowned in blackened waters

We're the heirs to the glimmering world Hey, love, we'll get away with it Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight We'll run like we're awesome, totally genius We'll run like we're awesome We'll set off the geese of Beverly Road Serve me the

Everybody's talking about heaven like they just can't wait to go Saying how it's gonna be so good, so beautiful Lying next to you, in this bed with you, I ain't convinced 'Cause, I don't know how, I don't know how heaven, heaven Could be better than this

I know that you can't walk across a bridge that's already burned, so What am I supposed to do, I can't help that they chose To breathe it in, but I don't wanna choke On that secondhand smoke Sometimes you could hear a pin drop Or the ticking of the clock