Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worse Perfection is the disease of a nation Tryna fix something But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs the surgery Are you happy with yourself Just another stage Pageant the pain away

It don't matter And wherever we go And whatever we do And whatever we see And whoever we be I don't mind cause you don't matter I don't mind cause I don't matter (And don't shit matter) You'll see in the end

We go fallin' off the wagon Got ourselves a real bad habit Girl, you got me actin' like an addict All messed up, no matter what You know I just gotta have it Even though it winds up tragic Tonight whatever happens, happens And tomorrow, we'll get back on

We can be so tragical, whatever We're invincible, together Captain crash and the beauty queen from mars Dressed up for a big date Like Halloween day but it was fourth of July now A car crash with a suitcase and a painted face She was one of a kind She

A time for holding hands together A time for rainbow-colored weather A time for make believe That we've been dreaming of As time goes drifting by But all my friends Whatever sky above I've known a time for spring A time for fall

Times are good or bad, happy or sad I, I'm so in love with you Whatever you want to do Is all right with me 'Cause you make me feel so brand new And I want to spend my life with you Since, since we've been together Loving you forever Is what I need

What now? I just can't figure it out What now? I guess I'll just wait it out I don't know where to go I don't know what to feel I don't know how to cry I don't know ow ow why Whatever it is, it feels like it's laughing at me through the glass of a

I got, I got what you need right here, right here I think it's gonna be a hell of a night A hell of a night So we can do whatever you like Cole World, Cole Life, Cold Blooded I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches

King of the streets, child of clay What made them want to come and blow you away Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there was When they asked him

Where's LA? Whatever happened to the city we knew? Tell my mother, my brothers My father, and others In an old apartment Down in the garden I was born on a sunny day When the riots ruled the streets like a Sunday parade