"Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." Will I be rich?" When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty?

African idea Make the future clear And we are the scatterlings of Africa Copper sun sinking low Scatterlings and fugitives Hooded eyes and weary brows Seek refuge in the night They are the scatterlings of Africa Each uprooted one

Don't know quite what to say, haven't seen you in seven ages Can you tell that it's me, or is my picture on torn out pages? And you think it's real, but it's just another future deal And you know you're right, 'cause you've waited for it all night Then

With weapons drawn we claim the future And then seep out through every storm Bring in the foe to be defeated To pulverize from dusk to dawn The die is cast, make no exceptions We're forged by evil to compel Come rally 'round this lack of freedom

I don't want to leave you Even though I have to. I don't want to love you. I'm not ready for this Though I thought I would be. I can't see the future Though I thought I could see. Oh, I still do. Need some time to find myself. I want to live within.

Now they say home is where the hate is Pulling up, “Hi, haters!” I know, I’ve been on a hiatus Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by Las Vegas Ain’t it ironic before I was twenty one I put my future on the table and I won See they told me, “Life’s

Don't do it for me anymore I won't fall for your games So don't hate me when I say I see the future without you The hell was I doing in the past? Now that I've learned all about you

Say fuck the drug test, go'n pass my gas mask Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious I got a white and a black girl, they look like an

We all want a teenage fantasy Want it when we can't have it When we got it we don't seem to want it Stop falling for these boys who didn't want the same as me If I look into the future Do I really see this boy That I think I've fallen for When we are

Baby let's go and have rich sex You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it When you look down, see my chains on You ain't ever ever had rich sex Make a little love on the rich sex Baby girl, let's have some rich sex We can keep an AP on while we do it