I’ll do whatever it takes To be the mistake you can’t live without Or let me take the wrong way down Will you straighten me out Or make me take the long way around I took the low road in I’ll take the high road out There’s times I stayed alive for you

My apocalypse is near Buried beneath a scarred heart for too long I can feel the end coming here Sudden implosion of silenced emotions Delusions of hope fading away Dying like leaves on frozen soil I can feel the end, coming here Neglecting existence

Way too long Dead and gone Looking out my window Wonder how it came to be Feels just like a tempo Lifted by a gentle breeze Ugly as a suitcase

One night with you Is what I'm now praying for Would make my dreams come true The things that we two could plan Always lived, very quiet life I ain't never did no wrong Now I know that life without you Has been too lonely too long Just call my name And

I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long I don't wanna die too young Yeah, too young, yeah, too young Came up, don't know, I just keep going with the

Maybe then that's when I'll finally say I'm sorry Maybe when I leave I'll lead a life less empty Maybe we were waiting way too long to end this soap opera story You'll accept just half of all these consequences Why didn't you, why didn't I, why couldn't

Been far away for far too long 'Cause you know, you know, you know That I love you I've loved you all along And I miss you I keep dreaming you'll be with me And you'll never go Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore So far away, so far away

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh It's been way too long Since I seen you, looked you in your eyes Riding 'round the town and staying out, don't wanna say goodbye Everything's so different now You're just what I'm missing now But I know that I can't have you back, I

Gotta find my way back home I've been way too long War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf Past the racism and fake-ism Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs You other rappers mad

There must be some way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line know what any of it is worth No reason to get excited,the