Might take too long That you are all you're meant to be When the one from my dream Is sitting right next to me And I don't know what to do Oh alter ego Said the voice from afar "Don't you know it doesn't Have to be so hard Waiting for Everyone else

You gotta make it happen! You gotta make it You could wait for a lifetime To spend your days in the sunshine You might as well do the white line 'Cause when it comes on top Is it my imagination Or have I finally found something worth living for?

Oh, you think I'm talking crazy In a different language you might not understand Oh, that's alright That's just the kind of life that made me who I am Just taking my mind on a visit Back in time 'cause I miss it You wouldn't know to love it like I love

And it pulls me back into the night 'Cause the devil's got my arms Oh, it grips me We don’t know what’s good for us 'Cause if we did, we might not do it Who knows where our limits lie? We won’t discover ‘til we push it 'Cause the devil’s got my arms

Sniper Gang, John Wicks Homie, you can't hang with my klik You can't spark my flame 'cause I'm lit I might snatch ya chain and ya bitch Plugoz on the beat and I'm killin' it Damn who make this beat, cuz I'm stealin' it Thinking when I ain't had shit They

I can't stop lovin' you You know my heart is true, oh There's a time and place for everything For everyone We can push with all our might But nothin's gonna come Oh no, nothin's gonna change And if I asked you not to try Oh, could you let it be

Dream dream dream Like lovers do And it might come true Dream dream Baby it seems the time is never right You're goin' left and I'm goin' right But I'm still waiting If I play my cards right

Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Now when I talk to God I think he'll understand Stick by me and I'll be your guiding

Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Think he got a chance with a bitch like me He ain't rich enough, rich enough (No) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap I

Please, please, please don't drag me It seems to me that maybe It pretty much always means, no So don't tell me, you might just let it go And often times we're lazy It seems to stand in my way 'Cause no one, no not, no one Likes to be let down Please,