Hey, Hey, Hey Tell me why can't you see, it's not the way When we all fall down, it won't be too late Why is is there no reason we can't change When we all fall down, who who will take the blame Will it it take All of us believe That this is is not up to you The fact

Light it it, uh Light it it up, uh The whole, city is is mine, prettiest Don I I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it it, it's just an intro Hate it it or love it it, like it it bump it it or dump it it Writing, across

It's a whole lotta ways I I can get my cash up Nigga you ain't got no back up, you should back up All the hoes say I I'm handsome, I got my bands up I I got bands, now my head up for a ransom Nigga I I ain't put no cash up for this back up I I just stay with my

It's what we're made of It It's who who we are Let's start a fire Let's pull this trigger 'Cause all these bruises Make our skin thicker Now everybody Can see our scars (can see our scars)

Someone who'll watch over me There's a saying old says that love is is blind Still were often told, seek and ye shall find So I I'm going to seek a certain lad I I've had in mind Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet Hes the big affair I I cannot forget Only

And we can't stop (whoa) And we won't stop (whoa) It's our party we can do what we want It It's our party we can say what we want It It's our party we can love who who we want We can kiss who who we want We can see who who we want Can't you see it it's we who who own the night

Who Who is this I I see, coming through, it's like 3 on the a.m I I'ma rob this nigga, and when I I'm done, I'ma slay him For being stupid like, comin' through after 1 or 2 And havin' a gun that he couldn't get to, yeah, that one'll do Foolish niggas learn the

They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I I never show it it I I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I I'm goin' for it it Fuck I I look like takin' chances Fuck this money, go and blow it it I I'm tryna run it it back up, I gotta put mine up Puttin' up the money for lil

I'd like to think that our love's worth a tad more It It may sound funny but you'd think by now I I'd be smilin' Sick of this life Not that you'd care I I'm not the only one With whom these feelings I I share Sometimes I I feel like I I'm beatin' a dead horse I I guess

On the steps of the palace He's a very smart Prince He's a Prince who who prepares Knowing this time I I'd run from him He spread pitch on the stairs And I I'm caught unawares Well it it means that he cares This is is more than just malice Better stop and take stock