Ah, found the piece, the missing part Found the hands to heal these broken Bones, you're the key my heart It's beating loud so everybody knows Be the light that you are Shine like fire in my heart Hold me tight in the dark Oh my God, I can feel it I can

And I said, well I got a car, she said, there's something At least it's a start, I said, it's better than nothing I ain't in no hurry but I'm ready when you are And she said, where do you think all this is going I said, there ain't no way of knowing But

Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I just wish I could have told him in the living years Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come

You know that sanity is not as it was meant to be And now that misery has taken a new stand Life is a misery, don't know how it's come to be Death, the epitome of all of our days In the past we had no choice to hear or to be the voice Close your eyes and

We are too far gone Of all these yesterdays I feel the rage And it burns the pages We were, never meant to make it this far Life feels like it's all in vain Practicing for death alone I'm covered fast In the falling ashes

Have you ever loved a woman So much you tremble in pain? So much it's a shame and a sin. And you know you can't leave her alone? And all the time you know She bears another man's name. But you just love that woman You just love that woman But all the

Couple of skip beats, a couple of movements out I don't know, skip a beat! So you think electronic music is boring? You think it's stupid? You think it's repetitive? I said, I don't know, skip a beat I said I don't know, skip a beat Well, it is

Every time you press play With your ray ban sunglasses And my braves hat Turned backwards Got you winkin' at me Baby, it's your show I'm drivers side VIP, a front row Keep turnin' it up

Niggas pistol popping like it's nineteen ninety nine I was nine maybe ten, then again never mind Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliche's all in they rhymes That was Gucci, Prada and anything

If crazy is a place, then I hope they've got space for two She might be my cocaine She might be my rehab And I know it's messed up but I can't get enough of you It don't matter what we say It don't matter all the things we do And I ain't tryna OD But if