We won't run and hide I'm passing over you like a satellite So catch me if I fall That's why you stick to your game plans and party lives But at night we're conspiring by candlelight We are the orphans of the American dreams Oh shine your light on me

But beautiful! Love is funny or it's sad, Or it's quiet or it's mad, It's a good thing or it's bad, Beautiful to take a chance And if you fall, you fall, And I'm thinking I wouldn't mind at all. Love is tearful or it's gay. It's a problem or it's play,

If something went wrong, just think of me If something went wrong, don't you know I'd be here I won't let you fall, as low as I been I promise to crawl until I'm back on my feet So who's been unfair, Who causes you sorrow? And who's been unkind, Who

Pull this truck to the side of the road Slide on over, let me hold you close and tell You everything I'm thinking Hop on out and let the tailgate fall Get drunk on you with no alcohol If you don't stop I'm gonna Girl you make me wanna You make me wanna

I'm called a cow I'm not about To blow it now For all the cows It's funny how money allows all to browse And be endowed This wish is true it falls into pieces new The cow is you My kind has all run out, as if kinds could blend

Like a little black dress Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess) Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city Oh, three, two, one Oh, baby you're a classic You're a faded moon And oh, baby you're a classic

I said, don't be afraid Sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away Either way you're by my side until my dying days And if I'm not there and I'm far away We're going home I wanna fall inside your ghost And fill up every hole inside my mind And

I'll be fine When it all falls down, when it all falls down 'Cause when it all falls down, then whatever When it don't work out for the better If it just ain't right, and it's time to say goodbye I'll be fine (fuck you) I'll be fine (I'll be fine) (fuck

Southside and East Side Gucci (We an army) They call me peacoat shawty, left wrist eight-forty (whoa) Gucci Mane home ballin' while your bank account fallin' (damn) Gucci Mane, I don't fear no one but God (on God) For fifty mil' I'll get in the ring and

Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens Darling I don't know why I go to extremes Darling I don't know why I got to extremes It's all or nothing at all And if I stand or I fall You can be sure when I'm gone I won't be out there too long Call me a