Loneliness be over When will this loneliness be over I can't get it right Get it right Since I met you Fear, and panic in the air I want to be free From desolation and despair And I feel like everything I saw

I've been sitting on the charts like a beach chair My last album, spent 52 weeks there Almost finished with the second, you should be scared Storms coming you should go inside and prepare No shortcuts, it ain't no cheats there I brought the whole city

'Cause I know he's here He's everywhere Take a look around oh and you will see That cross we bear It's in the air Lord we thank you for these gifted hands I remember the day that he came in I can't believe how long it's been Like a poet, he began to play

Baby, you can't catch me You know I'm going' like cool breeze Now you can't catch me Well, you walk! I bought a brand new airmobile With a powerful motor and a hide away wing Push in on the button, you will hear her sing Cause if you get too close

Want you to rock me baby, rock me all night long Sun goin' down, the moon begin to rise See me comin', run get your rockin' chair Want you to roll me, like I roll a wagon wheel Rock me easy, rock your baby slow Put your arms around me, like a circle

na na na na na na na na na na na Well, I wrote my number down. I'd never wrote it down before. I was gonna bring over like something from a film but I didn't have the bottle at all. Well I had a look and you kept staring. Your head pairing up with mine

Sunny days seem to hurt the most I wear the pain like a heavy coat It ain't fair you died too young Like a story that had just begun But death tore the pages all away God knows how I miss you All the hell that I've been through Just knowing no one could

You should have never trusted Hollywood. You should have never gone to Hollywood. All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard. All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care. All you maggots smoking fags out

To the B, to the G To the B, to the G, here we go If you wanna go gaga Yeah, from Chi-town to France Yeah, we gonna do it, uh, Rhymefest and Air How you feel there? Rhymefest breathe this to 'em like fresh air On my Vespa looking like a real playa

That's what your love's like That's what your love, Your love's like breathing in the salty air Of summer on a private island just for me Your love's like the feeling I get When my favorite songs spinnin' in my head Keep it play playin' on repeat It's