This is the be all, the end all. The burden, the blessing. My fear still sees when my eyes are closed. But the blame's on me, this is the path I chose. Always climbing but only ever descending. The canvas before me is never-ending. So call for the

Be your man I wanna hear you calling my name Like hey mama mama hey mama mama (Hey) Be my woman, girl, I'mma Be my woman, girl, I'll I love the dirty rhythm you play Banging the drum like dum di di dey I know you want it in the worst way Best believe

When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane She wan' smoke my dope, ayy Let her smoke my dope, ayy Fuck her in her

To burn it like cedar I request another dream I need a forest fire (Another shade, another shadow) I'm saved by nature But it always forgets what I need I hope you'll stop me before I build a wall around me We need a forest fire You're thicker than you

Water, water Teardrops are falling like rain Still hear you calling my name I’ll see your light In the water for all my life Can’t go back Can’t fight this ‘Daughter, daughter Snowfall on the treetops

And it got the best of us And now prints, pictures and white outlines We opened up a cold case love Are all that's left at the scene of a crime Cold case love Your love was breaking the law, but I needed a witness (oh oh) So pick me up when it's over, it

Oh no you're so damned wicked You got me by the throat Oh no gotcha claws stuck in me You never let me go I believe you're the devil I believe you're the devil's child Hypnotize me Mesmerize me Feel my willpower slip

Keep your eyes on me When you're lost in the dark When the light in your heart is Ain't it just like a tear To go and blur out everything Ain't just like glass To fall and break so easily Ain't it just like love To leave a mark on the skin and underneath

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover Living in a land down under Where women glow and men plunder Where women glow and men plunder? And he said Traveling in a fried-out combie On a hippie trail, head full of

And exchange it some day for a crown Till my trophies at last I lay down And I will cling to the old rugged cross On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross The emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a