For the first time Oh these times are hard Yeah they're making us crazy Don't give up on me baby Trying to make it work but man these times are hard Sit talking up all night Even after all these years We just now got the feeling that we're meeting But

Say you want me Young blood All of the time Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh Out of your life And I’m just a dead man walking tonight You push and you pus and I’m pulling away Pulling away from you I give and I give and I give and you take, give and you take

When I touch mic I see the men scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum Yeah, that's right. Skrillex, Bare Noize, Foreign Beggars. L.A., London, Dubai 'Bout to get rowdy right now. Yeah. I'm an all time factor, I make the next guy look like an

Them summer days, those summer days Freddie: Out of school, yeah Larry: County fair in the country sun Sly: And everything, it's true, ooh yeah All: Hot fun in the summertime x 4 All: End of the spring and

Baby this ain't working, it's a labor of love Its a full time job, the work's never done Twenty-four seven, it's a labor of love Yeah, everything I got, it's all about us I wanna die in your arms, hearing you say my name I know where this is going when I

It's making me sad Can't take just a picture of you It's making me mad That I can't get past You call me, oh, you call me all the time You tell me, oh baby, yeah, you're mine I like you, baby draw me all these smiles I like you, but it's just so, so many

Blowin' me up, you been wildin' Gotta put my phone on silent Said, my bad We were cool, yeah, we was vibin' So my, my, my bad We was cool, yeah, we was vibin' So my, my, my, my bad Gave you all the signs Gave you all of my time, my love

The New York Times (Extra, extra, read all about it) They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here Hustle hard, yeah it really ain't a game mane Same places, different faces, on the train mane New

I ain't gon' lie I got money and the power Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah the famous life it'll eat you up alive It's a game and I put my feelings to the side Times up I check my watch every hour All of my diamonds they blind them I can't fuck her she a minor

I drive your truck Every back road in this town I find a field, I tear it up I roll every window down and I burn up Till all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade