Everybody look what's going down Stop, what's that sound? I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound? There's something happening here What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware I think it's time

Falling in love with you Wise men say, only fools rush in But I can't help, Like a river flows, surely to the sea Darling so it goes, somethings are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help,

My father's eyes. I looked into my father's eyes. When I look in my father's eyes. Bit by bit, I've realized That's when I need my father's eyes. Sailing down behind the sun, Waiting for my prince to come. Praying for the healing rain To restore my soul

What the fuck I'm 'posed to say? Police pull me over, they ain't got nothing to say I told 'em, "I got tints because I'm rich", they said, "Okay", ayy Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy If I play the block today, I'll make 100k, ayy Heard

Lawyer talks, he's so correct, he is respect He learned how to make you feel safe And kill you with a smile And the food so fast, the hair so clean The moon so far, fire so weak All those words flying in the air Cannot see the stars Images, colors, like

Replicated errors, we smash against these glaciers of mistakes And find ourselves drowning in the flood We fold in difficult fashion, pinions clipped and forgotten So we grow fray and suffer the cold Like a shiver inside our own reason Your feigned

Baby won't you dance with me Sitting in the dirt Feeling kind of hurt And all is darkness in my room Baby take a chance I'm feeling kind of hurt I had a dream last night That I was piloting a plane

But I blew it without even tryin' Since you've been gone it's hard to carry on I had nothing to do on this hot afternoon But to settle down and write you a line I've been meaning to phone you but from Minnesota Hell it's been a very long time You wear it

Something to look forward to My lonely heart beats relatively easy Are you having a long day Everyone you meet rubs you the wrong way Dirty city streets smell like an ashtray Morning bells are ringing in your ear Is your brother on a church kick Seems

I thought I needed fortune I thought I needed fame But all I need is to hear you Whisper my name Funny thing about dreamers When the dream is in their sights Just to get where they're going They leave a lot of good things behind Guess you could call me a