(Everything has got to get better) Yeah yeah yeah Hey yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Whoa ho oh oh oh My grandmother suits was tailor made, Sundays Mahalia played

You'll find another life to live I know that you'll get over it She's sippin' Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder No I'm not a rat, but I'm all about my cheddar Just talked to your homie, she said we

Bury my body Lord, I don't care where they 'Cause my soul is gonna live With God, Oh-oh-oh yeah Lead me Jesus, lead me Why don't you lead me in the middle of the air And if my wings should fail me Won't you provide me with another pair Please God I don't

This is heaven, yeah Everyday I know that this might hurt but I don't care Oh everybody feels alive Everyone they say that we don't work But I could swear this is heaven, yeah Oh you don't feel alive now When the room don't like us I'll be at your table

Some people think I'm crazy, ohhh ahhh They think this paper changed me I'm glad to see another summer I got to thank the one above us Glad to see another summer Glad to see another summer, yeah Young Renzel, let's get it Look me in my eyes and tell me

A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) A hundred thousand for the times, yeah They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah All of my homies

(I've been fool for you so long) I just want to say, yeah I've been a fool for you, baby, yeah Oh, oh, I've been a fool for you, baby, yeah I know you told me Such a long time ago Well, you didn't, you didn't want me around, baby, yeah Hey, hey, you

Ooh, that's a lot, lot Yeah, look at them bands, that's a lot, lot Like, ooh, we don't stop, stop Yeah, count it up, that's a lot, lot Like, hey, that's a lot Yeah, cashing checks out the box like Yeah, count it up, that's a lot, lot, lot Said ooh,

Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no Oh, mercy, mercy me Ah, things ain't what they used to be Whoa, ah, mercy, mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows From the north and south and east Whoa, mercy, mercy me

Oh things ain't what they used to be, no no Whoa, ah, mercy mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east Whoa mercy, mercy me, Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas, fish full of mercury