I just get through it Oh, there's nothing more to it Now I miss you more than I can take And I will surely break And every morning that I wake God, it's the same There's nothing more to it, And you said, "Don't give me nothing You don't want to lose"

No, I don't feel a thing. Life's going by me. And still I say, Oh God! I'm making the same mistakes. Low? I'm on empty. Try to erase all the bad times. Free? I don't seem to be. My soul remains tied to your life. Every breath you breathe deep, I feel you

Oh, will speak to me. Speak the the truth, or make your peace some other way. I never knew, but I believe that your trust in me. Free, you better love me. In time, you'll run away, from all your yesterdays! Speak the truth, or make your peace some other

Oh my God, oh my God Blocka, blocka, big up, big up It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob I see ‘em hatin’ on the boy huh? ‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh? But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got City just turned into the oh I ride Pretty

And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man He shall be Levon He was born a pauper To a pawn on a Christmas day When the New York Times Said God is dead and the war's begun Alvin Tostig has a son today In tradition with the family plan, woo

Help me find my way, and mama save me Help me find today, mama please come and save me, oh There's nothing more that you can do It's gone beyond what you can't help me through An emptiness has covered me Oh mama come and save me Oh mama what have I gone

A composer but never composed 'I'm just the man on the balcony singing': "Nobody will ever remember me," Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees Lunatic of a god or a god of a lunatic? Oh, their faces are dancing They're dancing til Til they can't stand

Hello? Aw shit, nigga! What the fuck time is it, man? Oh goddamn, nigga! Do you know what time it is? Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You aight? Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you? When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of

La, la, la, la La, la, laa (huh) This that him that's talking shit La, laa, la, laa Oh my god, Ronny Like a Quarter Pounder, I found her She with a boy think it's Ned Flanders She said that, really nice

And why can't you see its tearing away what I used to be Oh, so far from home being shallow and alone I'm a shadow of a soul Anywhere I go, anything I try Anyone I love is compromised Everyone I see, staring on back at me Why can't you let me be I don't