We were born for greatness No we’re not nameless, we’re not faceless It doesn’t matter if the world has gone mad If we just hold on, if we just hold on yeah Sing it louder just to let the world know We’re not nameless, we’re not faceless No we’re not

You been scarred too deep, I can tell I can tell, yeah I can tell Baby what's the hold up I tried to hold it down I ain't worried 'bout you bitch, ayy On foe 'nem Uno said on bro 'nem Love scars, love scars, love scars

Hey, let me in Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, all those stars drip down like butter Promises are sweet We hold out our pans, lift our hands to catch them We eat them up, drink them up, up, up, up I only wish that I could hear you whisper down Mister fisherman,

That'd be alright. Yeah, that'd be alright. That'd be alright. If money grew on hackberry trees, And time wasn't such a luxury, If love was lovesick over me, If I could keep the wind in my sails, Keep a hold of the tiger by the tail, A half a ham

I'll go coastal on ya Tank top, love handles Tube socks, Jesus sandals Cheap blender, ice bucket Raw oysters, yeah, give me one and shuck it Holds up a frozen orange daiquiri And laughs, here's to the boys at the factory No more building transmissions

I'm right down my side of town I'm high as hell You fly as hell You hold me down Fucked a bunch of girls 'Cause I done been around the world Yeah they talk that cuffing shit But now I'm in a different space

So can you can you get back to me? I been calling tryna get a hold of you, you (yeah, yeah) Feeling lost and I don't know what to do Nold on, let me try callin' one more time Come on, pick up man, fuck I'm calling God, leaving voicemails I know your

I got the poison I got the remedy, I got the pulsating, rhythmical remedy. Hello, yea, hold a sec. Liam there's someone on the phone for you. Oh, fuck's sake, trying to write this fucking tune, man. Yeah! Yeah! Boom! Yeah! Yeah! Bah! Yeah! Yeah! Boom!

Keep it moving, don't stop Just to remind us 'fore we lonesome You can have it anytime you want to hold some You play your cards right, baby I'll be ready to go (I'm ready to) You play your cards right, baby I'll be ready to go (yeah) Now all I need is

Closer to the heart Closer to the heart Well closer to the heart, yeah And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality The blacksmith and the artist Reflect it in their art They forge their creativity