Tonight, tonight, tonight Joy to the city I go to the parties Throw my hands in the air I drink what they pour me The cups of who cares Go up in the night sky Up in the clouds Fly over the houses

Raise your bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss

With hands held high Into a sky so blue The ocean opens up To swallow you. Stuttering and mumbling For nightly news to replay And the rest of the world Watching at the end of the day Like what did he say?

I am the voice of never, never land The innocence, the dreams of every man Every chimney, every moonlit sight Every memory that you hold dear I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, I am the story that will read you

I like to spend some time in Mozambique The sunny sky is aqua blue And all the couples dancing cheek to cheek It's very nice to stay a week or two And maybe fall in love just me and you There's lots of pretty girls in Mozambique And plenty time for good

And this bird you can not change But, if I stayed here with you, girl Things just couldn't be the same Cause I'm as free as a bird now Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Lord knows, I can't change If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be

Girl we be breaking headboards, headboards, headboards We be breaking headboards, headboards, records Doing your body right It’s everything he don’t like Let your feet touch the sky And we be breaking headboards, headboards, headboards We be breaking

Beauty fades, death decays Fires on high, reach the sky Branches break Roots remain Strong in mind And the sky opened up and it swallowed us whole All that's left is time and healing underground Underneath us the cosmic dawn of war begins

Back to the house at Pooh corner by one Count all the bees in the hive Chase all the clouds from the sky (chase the clouds from above) You'd be surprised there's so much to be done Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh Christopher Robin and I

I've got this feeling It's gonna stop Needs to be stopped Woke before the morning sun I found it tucked beneath the hills I sat and watched it rise It hit the sky and burst to flames The lotus flower's