Giving you what you're begging for I'm not afraid anymore What makes you sure you're all I need? Forget about it You're teaching me to live without it Giving you what you say I need I don't want any settled scores I just want you to set me free Giving

I'm not new to this I'm 'bout to hit you with the work boy (work) I'll admit it, I'll admit it (I'll admit it) I'm about to say a true thing (Rr' Ting) I'll admit it, I'll admit it Watch your motherfuckin' tone boy Get hurt boy Aw here go another

(What about us) Did you ever stop to notice Is there a time What about sunrise What about rain What about all the things that you said We were to gain What about killing fields

Can you believe me when I say, there's nothing I like better, Than just to sit here and talk with you. Although I'll rant and I'll rave about one thing and another The beauty of it is, hope you'll agree, though I'm a poor boy, I can still be happy, As

'Cause what about, what about angels? They will come, they will go, make us special Don't give me up We know full well there's just time So is it wrong to toss this line? If your heart was full of love Could you give it up?

I was hardly home, workin' 3 to 3, seems like another time Feels like another time, there will be another time I'll get to, forget you And if you think about me, I'm 'bout to think about you Me and you cheer for my Lamborghini flexin' Workin' in the East

We own the night When we are together its the time of our lives We can do whatever, be whoever we'd like Don't have to worry about nothing We own the night! (ah-ah-oh) Spend the weekend dancing 'cause when we sleep when we die We own the night!

Strawberry Fields forever Let me take you down 'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see It's getting hard to be someone But it all works out

You will become, In time, become. In time, this won't even matter This chapter will be long under grass And we'll talk about everything till it's easier Your beauty is nothing compared to what And we talked about talk of a gold ring And you brought me

What is it about them? I must be missing something They just keep doing nothing Too intoxicated to be scared I'm in their second hand smoke Still just drinking canned coke I don't need a xanny to feel better On designated drives home Only one who's not