Tear down these walls for me It's not too late for me Stop me from going under You are the only one who knows I'm holding back To keep from sinking further I'm trying to find my way out

(We are) the anti-cancer (We are) the only answer Stripped down, we want you dead But what's inside of me, you'll never know (We are) bipolar gods (We are) you know what we are My life was always shit And I don't think I need this anymore

You're not the only one You know, hard times always come easy But they never last long If you feel alone when you're down, just know Not the only one Uh, I used to wanna runaway, back when I was young Couldn't wait to go a couple times around the sun Now

Huh, higher It's automatic, it's automatic Oh darling you are the only one, it's automatic No one can love the way you do, it's automatic When you walk in the room you change my mood, it's automatic I don't think you know You open up my eyes, I'm alive

Forever and always I know the only words that you have for me Are give up and get out You’d like to think You'd like to think that we've been beaten But we're here to stay For drowning your voice out We've been defeated, but we’re here to stay I am an

'Cause I want to be the minority I don't need your authority Down with the moral majority I wanna be the minority The only way I know One light, one mind Flashing in the dark Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts A free for all

I'm a real nigga homie tote six figures only Gotta pistol you don't want it boy you know what it is I'm way flyer my pays way higher If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is Ain't about drama you don't want no problems I'll up that Llama boy you

All your lovin', all your lovin' Baby, all your lovin' One in a million, apart from the crowd When I think of you now It's like callin' a cloud special One and the only, don't leave me lonely You know what we had You know it was always special All your

You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right Now somebody show some money in this bitch I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust

Rise from the seats to sing hallelujah And my father told me, son It's not his fault he doesn't know your face And you're not the only one Although my grandma used to say, he used to say Darling hold me in your arms the way you did last night And we'll