And I wonder if you know What it means, what it means What it means to find your dreams You ever wonder what it all really mean Find your dreams come true I've been waiting on this my whole life These dreams be waking me up at night You say I think I'm

I can see my baby swinging His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up On the balcony and I'm singing I can see my sweet boy swaying He's crazy Cubano como yo, la la Move baby, move baby, I'm in love Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love On the balcony and

I've cried the tears So bring me home My tears flow like a child's in need of love The ground is full of broken stones The last leaf has fallen I have nowhere to turn now Nor east nor west west North or south And all that's ahead of me

The Rites of Man Let me hear the band Play the Rites of Man Come on and lift my head Lead me to the door Oh make me understand Raise me off the floor Come on and pick me up Found my coat

Flashing lights, lights What do I know? Flashing lights, lights As I recall, I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far What do you know? Flashing lights, lights She don't believe in shootin' stars But she believe in

West coast shit My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me My shit's the bomb For my niggas drinking Cognac Smoking weed, always

I'm troublesome We troublesome Troublesome nigga Troublesome 19-motherfuckin' 96 (Westside!) Let it be known nigga Boss of all bosses, Makaveli Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections Can you

I don't want to be the man with the big head Never let me be the man with the big head I'd rather live John Burrow's life instead Of being the man with the big head Don't let me spend my career Wound up in a bell jar the pop star gone too far Don't let

Rise, nations pride Hold what's yours Fight, hold your ground Reinforce the line Strike 'em were it hurts Rise of nations pride Russians on a route to ruin Kremlin is more then certain to win Sent away an army to the west west

Scour the house, flip the wig, Shake the tree, Your whereabouts are known Until your whereabouts are known to me Your whereabouts are known to me You with the jaundiced eyes, Drunk on your own reflection Propped up with desks and flags, Eight chairs