Tonight, tonight, tonight Joy to the city I go to the parties Throw my hands in the air I drink what they pour me The cups of who cares Go up in the night sky Up in the clouds Fly over the houses

Oh you're a holiday, such a holiday It's something I thinks worthwhile If the puppet makes you smile If not then you're throwing stones Throwing stones, throwing stones Yet why am I so blind When the someone else is me It's unkind, it's unkind Ooh it's a

I'm not o.k. I'm just another psycho They opened up the door, to my insanity They should've slammed it shut right then And thrown away the key They stitched up my head, from my lobotomy They should've never let me out

I'm not down, I'm not down I've been beat up, I've been thrown out But I'm not down, I'm not down I've been shown up, but I've grown up And I'm not down, I'm not down If it's true that a rich man leads a sad life N' that's what they from day to day Then

Oh no, oh no Show us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be Oh no, oh no no no And throw away the key, boys The Joneses, they're not like you or me Lock 'em up, tight 'Cause if they had the chance they might Throw away the key, boys So

I got my top down on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on cause I'm bent She roll it up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled up Fuck with the squad and throw it up I got my top down, speakers bump See me when I pull it up Gucci bag

I wanna throw my hands up high And forget who I used to be And get a taste of your luxury You don't wanna cry tears with me (tears) You just wanna keep sighin' (sighin') Sometimes I wonder if you're bad for me (you're bad) But that's what keeps me

All day long Bangin' my head against the wall All day long, 'til we're dead and gone And it's all and it's all and it's all day long 'Til we're dead and gone Grow up, be a winner Keep on hangin' on Stuck here 'til I'm gone Boys still throwin' stones

Dream, it's a young nigga dream, yeah Nigga act so tough it's startin' scene In blue flame, yeah the trap god throwing green rain Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean? Big Guwop home I

Put this shit back in motion Mmm, hmmm, mmm Now's the time to just clear the air Now you finally open, I'm just tryna be only We been ashin' our roaches Throw them shits in a bowl and (smoke that shit up) Rollin' one and mow, now we fired up Now we both