Sometimes you can't make it on your own And it's you when I look in the mirror Listen to me now I need to let you know You don't have to go it alone And it's you when I don't pick up the phone Tough, you think you've got the stuff You're telling me and

He don't be fuckin' you like I be fuckin' you He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable You know, shawty, you know All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time I'mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it's crunch time And you know, and you know You

Of course sometimes shit go down When it's a billion dollars on an elevator I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell 'em Say "I look so good tonight" God damn, God damn, God damn Dum-da-de-da Do, do, do, do, do, do (Coming down,

Hear the children cryin' But I know they cry not in vain Now the times are changin' Love has come to bloom again Smelling the air when spring comes by raindrops Reminds us of youthful days But now it's not rain that water the cane crops But the sweat

I want the whole world, the whole world, the whole world in my hands But it's just slipping through like sand You say, make the most of your time Hard to work when it's not on your side What can't kill you makes you stronger I will try, I will try I

Does it make you feel better? 'Cause it’s making me worse 'Cause it’s making me hurt Does it make you feel good? When I’m falling apart? Am I wasting my time? Am I losing my mind for better or for worse? 'Cause it doesn’t feel right No it doesn’t feel

So tell them you love them, and do it today Every moment has a meaning, and time is a precious thing When we wake up in the morning, who knows what it's gonna bring? Life rearranges, all of our best laid plans Better say what's in your heart, you might

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez when it's Easter time, too And your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you through Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry women there and they really make a mess outta

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Girl can you picture this Picture this, picture this When you look into your future Who's there standing With you when you close your eyes Do you see what I see You and me, it's like a movie scene That's the way you know it should be The two of us