You won't ever fly fast enough to make time stand still, Stop listen and learn. We'll feed our flame before wasting time on everyone else's, If everything's relative, Everyone together, we'll strengthen ourselves You won't ever fly fast enough to make

Hey you're fine I wanna listen to the radio Driving down Calexico highway Hold my hand I want to share it all with Mary Results are gonna vary now And now I know the signs for sure Listen to the Beatles and the sound of laughing Ed McMahon, we got high

To whom it may concern and for those who are listening Were fighting hard but its not with our fist n' Recruiting soldiers livicated to this mission To disect this bushwick system To disect this bushwick system Trying to ride that thin line that divide

Till the end We're at the start and time will tell I know what's on your mind Let's lay it on the line All the things were missin' Look I just came back to town Drink that green dragon down It's time for me talk and you to listen I know my heart, I know

Just me and you and these empty cups Oh-oh-oh-oh Hands on your body like there is no one at the party Turn my television up so nobody can listen We're getting real, real close Can't let this moment go If you want it like I want it Let me take you to

Champagne and wine Sittin' here thinking, about the times I roamed Different girls, that I have known Of all girls, that I have met You are the one girl that I can't forget, listen We had our time, now Good and bad, now I can't forget a man I sho' ain't

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon Won't you come here and stay with me Why don't you come here and stay with me Oh, you gotta get out and get back to me John, you gotta get out and get back to me I'm getting

This is the life, bitches and Nikes Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury And all the bad bitches fuck with me And them pussy-ass niggas don't want none of me Sports cars in the front yard Dream big and we live large Listenin' to Cameo, smokin' on the

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

I'm livin' two different lives One girl in the day You in the night And even though this ain't right I just can't get enough Of the way you put it down You really got me trippin' Hold up baby girl Don't talk just listen