(Stop holding back) (Don't hold back) (Don't hold back) Gotta live wide awake Just keep your wits about you, don't let it end you And summon everything you've held up in reserve Don't fall for every single stolen glance and wink Try to keep your heart on

I can't keep calm, I can't keep still I forget all that I've been taught Pulled apart against my will And I'm caught It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do To try and keep from calling you Well, can my dreams keep coming true How can they, cause when

Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me Baby could you? I got too much on my mind right now I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down Could you? I got too much on my mind right now Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby

The space between is deafening Feel the void in our bed Oh, we don't bend or break it Never ending symptoms in my head We lay hollow in the emptiness I'm too tired to push you from the bed No more fighting, no more fighting No more fighting for us No

Maybe if hell froze over We could be in love again Oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh That you were standing here with me I won't do anything for you But I want do that again We might never get closer Heaven knows it have to end There's a part of

I want to live my life again But you won't I'll never understand the winds I didn't know I was afraid But you did I want to do it again Do you want to live forever? (Omnipotent, omnipotent)

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

All night long we a go ketchy-ketchy, shuby-shuby tonight Ketchy-ketchy, shuby-shuby tonight Come make we play some ketchy shuby And when me shuby, you feel ketchy And when you ketchy, don't make it drop 'Cause if it drop, it will pop And if it pop, no

I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna You can't talk to me about that good or bad karma Don't don't really care 'bout you Don't don't wanna hear

A day in the life of a fool A sad and a long lonely day I walk the avenue and hope I'll run into The welcome sight of you coming my way I stop just across from your door But you're never home any more So back to my room and there in the gloom I cry tears