I know that I can stand my head high Forget not where I fall Still I find why and reason Yet that conflict still filling me Mistrust venom inside of me I am not the man that you see Just look inside me Trust in me the way I trusted you I know we could

This is a blackout Don't let it go to waste I want to detonate My head and your heart Sometimes I feel I'm getting stuck Between the handshake and the fuck Real life is so hard We hide in the stars That's where our heads are

Ooh ooh ooh ooh (get out, get out) Don't let the nights slip through your hands The world is wide from where you stand And I hear your voice as it echoes 'round my head Always that same thing that you said So get out, get out while you still can ooh ooh

Road trippin', summertime livin' with your hands out kissin' the wind Stuck a little somethin in my old back pocket, break it out later if you like that When the sun's dippin, we'll start to start sippin' Road, road, road, road trippin', trippin',

Wash my hands of this You know they're gonna burn it down You notice how God ain't even helping you out Why the hell don't you throw yourself away Baby's born on a bathroom floor Her mother prays that it'll never cry When they ask you'll say 'it isn't

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Man I run this rap shit Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to Tupac Nigga roll that good shit You wanna dance lets dance nigga I'll take you to da prom I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm Nigga

All in the front all in the back just like that, like that All hands on deck I'mma blow your mind take it out on the floor like that, like that I'mma blow your mind like that Wasted hard Kiss the old me goodbye she's dead and gone, dead and gone, oh When

Be not selfish in your doings Live for others, you will live again In the kingdom of Jah Man shall reign What your hands do It's your own eyes that've seen So won't you judge your actions To make sure the results are clean?

My funky sensation Can you feel it? Can you feel it? I'm calling all you, party people Come on, get up and dig that funk I have for ya I have a funky sensation That was spread around the nation Get up, clap your hands and feel the groove You see people

Fly away, skyline pigeon fly Towards the dreams You've left so very far behind For just a Skyline Pigeon Dreaming of the open Waiting for the day That he can spread his wings And fly away again Turn me loose from your hands