Wake up dead, you die I sneak in my own house It's four in the morning I had too much to drink Said I was out with the boys I creep in my bedroom I slip into bed, I know if I wake her, I'll wake up dead

I might not be a man yet, I can barely make out a little light from the house on the cul-de-sac Bedroom upstairs, it's a family affair. I've watched you in class, your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered upstairs Head to your toe, so nobody will know

I swear it's you I swear it's you that my heart beats for And it ain't gonna stop It just won't stop I swear it's you that I've waited for Now I stared at you From across the room

Green Lamborghini, paper tags (skrt) Ridin' through the city, thirty mags (brrt, bow) Niggas snitchin', they the police with no badge (woo, woo, woo) So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion) I like to throw up when I think about the crash (ugh,

There's a silence in a room and it is killing me Speak your mind So out of reach Won't you speak your mind? But you won't tell me why Go and lie in the bed you made Keep all the words for the ones who play 'Cause I'm getting tired of the guessing game

Narrow daylight entered my room Shining hours were brief Winter is over Summer is near Are we stronger than we believe? Is the kindness we count upon I walked through halls of reputation Among the infamous too As the camera clings to the common thread

She will be your living end She'll come, she'll go She'll lay belief on you And when the clothes are strewn Don't be afraid of the room Touch the fullness of her breast Feel the love of her caress Skin sweet with musky odor The lady from another grinning

I'm just burning out And I stepped in line To walk amongst the I'm not growing up I declare I don't care no more I'm burning up and out and Growing bored In my smoked out boring room

There is a train that's heading straight To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate And woman wait, watch and wait For redemption day I've wept for those who suffer long But how I weep for those who've gone Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong But keep on

The smiles as she walked in the room Have all turned into frowns am I too quick to assume That the love is no longer in bloom? The tantrums and the tears play a very different tune To what they did before, her heads red raw And the ending doesn't sound