Party in the penthouse, atop, passed the fuck out Reminiscing being broke and hoping I would luck out Nowadays I pull hoes, Swinging, never struck out Reinvested everything, just trying to get a buck out Will I ever make it? Felt fear on my life For a

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

Please don't come around It's alright (It's alright) Please don't, please don't I was trying to If you would turn me to Forever will be nice (Will be nice) Will be nice (Will be nice) Why are you doing to take that way I don't understand (I don't

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

And if you know who you are, And if my heart's had wings, I'd be the bird that sings, I'd fly where love isn't shy And everyone is willing to try. And if we had the time, And time's so hard to find, I can't believe what you say, Start sending those

We're not gonna fall Take my hand and fly Will you ever be that tall Don't you be afraid Give me a reason bitch They try kicking and screaming Contation break us apart

Oh I'm alive And this time I won't forget I'm taking my first breath And the tears begin to swell Tears I dare not fight 'Cause now I'm alive Now I'm alive Oh, I will try But I tell you it ain't easy using only words

Talking about hard drugs Dem still want more It's gonna let a lot of dem search the floor De more dem get it More and more De more dem get it Ah de more dem want it Some will even try to take his fathers life yes

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

Do you, Mr. Jones? You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard but you don't understand Just what you will say when you get home Because something is happening here but you