The world I love To be part of The wave, can't stop Can't stop, addicted to the shindig Chop Top, he says I'm gonna win big Choose not a life of imitation Distant cousin to the reservation Defunct the pistol that you pay for This punk, the feeling that

All of this can be broken Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground. I might be apart of this Ripple on water from a lonesome drip A fallen tree that witness me Him and me. the life its self can not aspire To have someone be so admired

Can you feel this? I'm dying to feel this I am the damaged one All my life and the damage done I am all, but what am I? Another number that isn't equal to any of you I control, but I comply Pick me apart, then pick up the pieces

What kind of love have you got? Victim of love, I see a broken heart. I could be wrong but I'm not, no, I'm not. Victim of love, we're not so far apart. You should be home but you're not. A room full of noise and dangerous boys Still make you thirsty and

With two young hearts We can run, I will follow you to the end of the earth Where we can see forever, They can never tear us apart Two old souls, Two young hearts Maybe in another lifetime 'Cause we are two old souls, It's a narrow line I'm walkin'

And back down I don't want to waste my time Become another casualty of society I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity Waste my time with a Strollin' to the party like my name is El Nino Well I'm hangin' out drinking in the back

They're a part of the list Things like your, funny little laugh I come up with Something new, every single time That I sit an reminisce Things that I miss, Or the way you smile or the way we kiss What I noticed is this And you'll live in my

We've got the words if you've got the melody We've got the time if you've got the place to be And we're not gonna stop We've got tonight to make every memory Until we set it off Ready or not, 'cause we're gonna make you see We're not gonna stop We're

IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress Fuck that shit, you know I need the sex A lot of niggas in the game but I can not vouch for 'em Niggas ball, but is he ballin' for you? He your ex, I'm your ex too Shawty I never could talk shit you know I

'Cause I've been wondering When you gonna see I'm not for sale I've been questioning When you gonna see I'm not a part of your machine Not a part of your machine I am the machine All my life I've been sittin' at the table Looks, luck, money and never