Only I can stop the rain Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh It's not that we gotta do what we do It's what we know So to me it ain't nothing but being true It doesn't have to be the way it is

'Cause when it's time to face the sun I know that you're the only one, only one I ain't a saint, I think you know But I see a way I'm gonna go It's no debate that I belong with you, yeah Baby, we're the same, you know my flaws So if I ever strain, you

Now I know the only compass that I need Oh is the one, that leads back to you Is the one, that leads back to you But that's neither here nor there Should I call somebody else? 'Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself She had cat

You could be doing anything you dream of If you believe in the things that make you strong Maybe, I know it's just maybe And we're only dreaming For how this will go, o-o-oh We could be doing anything that we love Just be carried by the way the wind

Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes Know they staring brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing Stuck

All your lovin', all your lovin' Baby, all your lovin' One in a million, apart from the crowd When I think of you now It's like callin' a cloud special One and the only, don't leave me lonely You know what we had You know it was always special All your

It's getting old The bad news Why turn on my TV When it's only tragedy Why turn on my radio When the headlines hurt you know We are all immigrants Sorry for the bad news It's always an issue

Whoa-a-whoa-a-whoa And I don't know which side to take Whoa-a-whoa-ooo-o And people try and calm me down (it can only get better) It's just the way it is Yeah, it's all right Whoa-a-whoa-a-whoa There's a war between my head and my heart

You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right Now somebody show some money in this bitch I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust

The way I’m living, shit get crazy dark Tell me lately, why we barely talk (why) Lately, I’ve been having crazy thoughts (yeah) And you know I'm tryna change, but it’s very hard Uh, ayy, yeah, them demons ain't the only ones that's up at night Oh my god,