I want to be loved I'm gonna live I'm gonna survive I'm gonna dream Thinking my life was just a lie I don't want the world to pass me by I ain't gonna die I want to give I'm ready to try

As it's getting later Heading for the corner And oh, don't let me see you crying 'Cause oh, honey, I'll smoke you 'til I'm dying Early in the morning Just trying to let the sun in And open up my eyes Already running dry

We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll We got some laid back country tunes on the radio We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and no where to go Girl I've been at work all week Fingers

But Cinderella's got to go I'm sorry for runnin' away like this And I'm sorry I've already made my wish Here I am, so try to forgive me I don't believe in fairy tales Here we are with nothin' but honesty I've had enough, I'm not gonna stay I'm sorry just

Higher, higher ground Everything I've lost, casts a shadow I'm never coming down, never coming down 'Cause everything I touch, turns to ashes I'm trying not to hold on I'm ready for that, higher, higher ground And everything I love, walks away from me

I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'mma wipe my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out

Slumped up, slumped up try not to get fucked up Slumped up, back up, 'fore you get your head bust (Scum Gang!) Pharaoh Vice Got this FN on my body, if you feeling froggy Got my gang right beside me, ready to catch a homi- If you run up bitch I'm sorry,

I'm a monster, I'm a m-monster I'm one of a kind, got everybody in love And I don't have to try, I just do what I does Don't have to tell me, I already know They all want me Like you didn't know Some come and try to say I'm a problem

The streets keep tryin' to say Come back around this way I've already gone that way I won't go back today I'm not goin' back But I'm not going back

La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, oh Oh mama, actin' like my life's already over Oh dear, act your age and try another year As I'm getting older, chip up on my shoulder Rolling through life, to roll over and die Missing hippy Jon, salad days are