Shut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by

This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough Every minute is wasted time She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye I'm looking out from my window seat Halfway back, aisle twenty three Man I wish that I could fly this thing I could hear

I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something You looking bad I prolly throw you something I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' I caught cases never told 'em nothing Got all these chains and this change on me Niggas said

I got a sick sense, a sick sense about you I got a sick sense, sick sense looking at you Got the sweet scent, sweet scent I'm choking on you I can touch it, taste it, hear me you lose Tell me it's what you always wanted Tell me this is all you need Just

Running out on the streets He lives from day to day Looking for something to do He needs to get away. Hoping that maybe one day He could be someone Praying that maybe someday He could be number one. In his world of make believe

Somethin' 'bout the pain mixed with you Drinking, smoking, doses, potions Drinking, smoking, doses, emotions Got me doing things I ain't do, right Got me doing things I ain't do, right, true Cheap shot, caught me when I wasn't looking for you Why are you

Nana-na nana ah Baby let me hear you loud Come on get loud loud let it out Shout it out from the rooftops Show me everything that you've got Come on get loud loud, let it out Come on get loud 'til they shut us down (I've been looking for the one tonight)

Suddenly you're climbing all up next to me, next to me I ain't no fool, you rascal you Everywhere we go you keep looking around Fixing your make up like it's about to go down And he walks in, it all makes sense You just want your ex to see, ex to see I

Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet? Are we in the clear yet? Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods? Are we in the clear yet? In the clear yet, good Looking at it now And I remember thinking

Can't nobody do your body like my body I'm sorry, your mama know what it is I'll write your name on the living room wall There she go looking like my future baby mama I'm about to give her all of her grandkids Singin' there she go looking like my future