We got that good love We got that hood love Bad boy, you make me make bad decisions We got that hot love We got that I don't give a what love We got that one life Give me that all night We got that Bonnie & Clyde love They say it’s wrong, but

People will say we're in love! People will say we're in love. Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours? Why do the neighbors chatter all day, behind their doors? I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue. Here is the gist, a

Hold onto hope if you got it Don't let it go for nobody And they say that dreaming is free But I wouldn't care what it cost me Man, you really know how to get someone down Everything was fine, until you came around And I've been chasing after dreamers in

What do you say to the dead? Will you forgive me for living? Can't believe the things that they said Wonderful day for a killing It's killing me! What do they do with your soul? Is it just lying there busted? When did you lose all control?

Finally falling, falling Suddenly I can see what I didn't before And I don't care what they say anymore 'Cause I'm falling, falling Suddenly, my choice is clear I knew when only you and I were standing here Well that money isn't worth a thing If you

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" "Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say" Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Here's a

Imminilalo Imminilalo Wrestle with your darkness Angels call your name Can you hear what they are saying Will you ever be the same Staring up into the heavens In this hell that binds your hands Will you sacrifice your comfort Make your way in a foreign

Misery you insist that the weight of the world Should be on your shoulders Misery there's much more to life than what you see My friend of misery You just stood there screaming Fearing no one was listening to you They say the empty can rattles the most

Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow All I give a fuck about is that dinero They say "You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?" I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow The British are here The Bay is here, you know? Pull up in that Bruce Wayne

He's got the whole world in his hands Hey, what can I say? Hey, what can we do? Here we are, it's me and you So let's take all the pictures we can take For the generation away I hope they'd talk about us that way There ain't no place I'd rather be Than