My head was like a flame It was burning up, burning up It was burning up Well we all get strange And we know it But we're cool with it And we all get a little bit older In this day and age But we deal with it

Woah, what a wonderful night Woah, watch me glisten in ice Woah, don't this shit look real nice? Woah, tryna feel all the vibes I don't know what's the deal And I'm just tryna feel, feel Tryna feel it Ayy, ooh your love, it fill me up Ooh, tryna feel

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are oh so intricate Oh so intricate yeah I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And don't really care which side wins Long as the room keeps

Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Yo, what's the deal, nigga? Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that Trynna get our head rights, get this money right You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go Just another day in the hood

This could be The start of something beautiful The start of something magical The kind of thing you look for all of your life The start of something so unreal Finally the real deal I guess now and then Baby, I'm right Heaven knows that I'm usually wrong

In the river it pulls me under Mmmmm Mmmmm I watched this the river ran Further way from me The water, it touched my skin I stood there silently I held my breath And all this deal The waves of the river grow

(We) back on line (We) came to ride (We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply (We) stay on the grind (Until) we die And back for mo', cause we can't get enough I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah) Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no) Half-assed rhymes

Nigga, I was down bad, now I'm on a jet for real Got all this ice on me, baby, told my Patek to chill Sippin' on this codeine, my baddest bitch is on X pill I want a couple million without a record deal Got 25 thousand on me, when I've been ridin' in a

Remember me for who I was not who I am I'll pray you'll never understand this Sweet sweet sweet November Jesus called me collect last night It took all of me not to answer it Daddy warned me the perils of play Hard to deal God's standards Flying high and

Will a matchbox hold my clothes? But I woke up cold in hand Hey, sometimes I wonder, darling You know I haven't got so many You better pin'er up to your side Now, this tune should be easy for you to deal with All you gotta do is remember back home, You