It's like I love this pain It's like I love this pain a little too much Love my heart all busted up Something 'bout her, we just don't work But I can't walk away She's no good for me I know that she's a wild flower She's got a restlessness A

Bitch I am up, bitch I am up Bitch I am huh, bitch I am up Thank you very much I'm way too good at this shit I don't even really gotta try no more Oh my God, Ronny Okay, Xans for her dinner, uhh Bag from Margiela, uhh

I want you here with me Like how I pictured it Is it too much to ask for something great? So I don't have to keep imagining Come on, jump out at me Come on, bring everything You're all I want So much it's hurting One day you'll come into my world and say

You don't know the hell that's coming Everybody get on the ground We are the override We are the override oh oh The ghosts have killed enough Familiar haunts have had enough Too much thought will give you doubt And now they found you

Ooh, ah (Ooh, ah) Fuck a fake smile, smile After laughter comes tears I'm happy for the love and all of the above If I'm being honest, I done been through way too much I can't fake another smile I can't fake like I'm alright And I won't say I'm feeling

Please send me someone to love But it's my life, yeah Yes listen to the blues, people If it's not asking too much When the evening, the evening sun goes down You gonna find me somewhere hanging around The night life, people, it ain't no good life All the

Only the good die young You know that only the good die young You Catholic girls start much too late Oh I might as well be the one Come out Virginia, don't let 'em wait Aw but sooner or later it comes down to faith Well, they showed you a statue, told

Gravity don't mean too much to me Run away like it was yesterday I'm who I've got to be These pigs are after me, after you Run away from here You're gonna be the one left standing And we could run away If we could run away, I gotta bulletproof heart

Who think you foolin'? We not new to it We countin' fluent I'm scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud I came out the hood Sometimes a gangsta need a hug I'ma give all my problems above Hate when people keep doin' too much Keep it real, the streets show you

You got a lot of lovers with star-crossed wrists They keep a candle burning on the corner you kissed. One day I might die, until then there's too much to do do But I'll keep a bonfire for you. Let the other lovers talk about who carries the torch Let them