It never ends This kills me to know We cannot learn The game isn't done I feel the crawling and haunting upon us until you listen Enough is enough Taking your essence and use it to strengthen their own flesh and blood Time watching as the sand flows

Sharp edges have consequences We all fall down We live somehow Stay along the beaten path, never listened when she said I guess that I had to find out for myself Now every scar is a story I can tell We learn what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger We'd

Rough edges take time And I still want you Understanding Never losing our Holding onto We learn to hold it in Don't let it show Hide our hearts

'Cause you are my lady and I'm your man Whenever you reach for me I'll do all that I can We're heading for something somewhere I've never been Sometimes I am frightened but I'm ready to learn 'Bout the power of love The whispers in the morning of lovers

We got that bad love, but it taste like medicine I never had love, so I learned to settle quick I guess I never thought I'd have to choose Between paradise and you And now I'm free, I'm free, yeah Now I'm free I still creep on your 'Gram, oh See you with

We never learn do we So I want to live in a wooden house I want to live life And live my life And have friends around We never change do we Where making more friends would be easy Never be cruel Be good to you

Sharp edges have consequences We all fall down We live somehow Stay along the beaten path, never listened when she said I guess that I had to find out for myself Now every scar is a story I can tell We learn what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger Mama

Too young to see tomorrow Too young to know it hurts Found love in empty bottles I guess we'll never learn So just lay with me, lay with me, late 'til morning 'Cause I'm high and you're high, together we're soarin' I apologize if I say Anything I do mean

I guess I'll never learn Cause I stay another hour or two You know I can't be found with you We get back to my house Your arms, my mouth Now I just stop myself around you A soft sound To the way she wears her hair down Covering up her face

White crime Yeah, we ‘bout that Do a lot of dirt, never doubt that Lot of rap twerps, love to shout crap Love to make their mouth flat When it come to burd, no, we spout facts You 'gon learn what i’m 'bout, breh Lot of rappers talking that shit, not