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

Scared money don’t make money, so what you scared for? And real people do real things, so what you waiting for? And real G’s do what they want, don’t ever think twice A stand up nigga stand up the rest of their lives (Yeah) Uh, it go, one for the money

What are you, what are you waiting for? You only living once so tell me You gotta go and reach for the top Believe in every dream that you got You know you gotta give it your all And don't you be afraid if you fall What are you waiting for wow? What are

I'm just waiting 'til I'm eighteen She told me to meet her there, I cannot afford the bus fare, I'm not old enough for her, So tell me what else can I do? I bought my fake ID for you You got me waiting in a queue, For a bar I can't get into, I'm not old

Don't be scared to fly alone Find a path that is your own Love will open every door Its in your hands The world is your Don't hold back and always know All the answers will unfold What are you waiting for Spread your wings and soar

So am I still waiting For this world to stop hating Can't find a good reason Can't find hope to believe in So tell me what would you say I'd say its up, to me Drop dead a bullet to my head Your words are like a gun in hand You can't change the state of

Are we having fun yet Yet, yet, yet, no no This is how you remind me of what I really am It's not like you to say sorry I was waiting on a different story This time I'm mistaken For handing you a heart worth breaking And I've been wrong I've been down

I've become so numb Can I get an encore, do you want more Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waiting for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, make some noise Caught in

God only knows What Brian Wilson meant Pick out your clothes With some real intent You don't seem to care That I've been waiting here Pulling out my hair For you to come

I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late I don't blame you for being you But you can't blame me for hating it So say, what are you waiting for? Kiss her, kiss her Always on (always on) I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming She