Time stood still On the olive hill Once upon a lighting horse Riding through the universe Shedding light upon a thousand doors On his back the prophet sat Open-eyed not looking back 'Til they reach the sacred land There upon a golden square

I've been too low, so it's high time It's high time To slow my roll Let the grass just grow and lean way back It's a fine time To let it it all go Been missing my roots I'm getting rid of the flash Nobody needs a thousand-dollar suit just to take out the

There ain't nothing like the real thing baby Ain't nothing like the real thing There ain't nothing I'm talking genuine Made in the USA And you can't go back once you get a taste It was in a crystal bottle on his desk He'd save it for the times to not

Mister Vice President Mister Madison Senator Burr What is this? We have the check stubs, from separate accounts Almost a thousand dollars, paid in different amounts To a Mister James Reynolds way back in Seventeen ninety-one

Turn that shit out louder Make it all go faster Playing through the witching hour Take it to one thousand horsepower Get it up get it up feel the alive Turn it up turn it up one more time Time to rewind Back to 1995 when we were nothing Walking through

I've filled my veins with poison And silenced my voice just to take another breath I've broken my vows to you a thousand times before I'm losing myself, sit back and watch me die How can I say that I'm scared of death When I spend each day sprinting

There ain't nothing like the real thing baby Ain't nothing like the real thing There ain't nothing I'm talking genuine Made in the USA And you can't go back once you get a taste It was in a crystal bottle on his desk He'd save it for the times to not

I hear echoes of a thousand screams As I lay me down to sleep There's a black hole deep inside of me Reminding me, that I that I've lost my backbone Somewhere in Stockholm I lost my backbone, somewhere in Stockholm That's me right there on the corner,

Name another nigga hot I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I’m just honest A hundred thousand on watches I’m just honest Coupes all on coupes, I’m just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain’t never going back to what we used to

Where are you now? Who do you go to for a shoulder to cry on? I hope that some day you might turn around and come back home When will I see your face again? No matter how far apart we become you know that I'll still hear your song This is the day. This