This river is wild Listen to the sound of the world Don't watch it turn Lets you go I never did get along with everybody else But you know I could stay here And watch the clouds fall from the sky Godspeed ya, boy

Down from the stars All you see, and all you hear is all you need And all you be is what you create You carried us all And up from the sea, where everybody knew And it's in your mind Share with me the sun Can't you see, you're not the only one? There's

He's got the whole world in His Hands He's got the little bitsy baby in His Hands He's got the fish of the sea in His Hands He's got the gambling man in His Hands He's got everybody here in His Hands He's got the birds of the air in His Hands He's got

Well it don't get No better than this We got the sunshine on our face Moonshine on our lips Well around here This is as good as it gets Everybody take a sip Yeah it don't get better than this We got the summertime with my friends

Why do they always send the poor? Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine Where the fuck are you? Why don't presidents fight the war? Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking

Me and my team gotta intervene What's the point of livin' if you ain't livin' a dream? We live in a era where everybody want everything Everybody want a better thing Tryna feel ya like it's picture perfect but it's just the editing Man, the game been

But mama just wants to barrel house all night long I was up the road on easy street Watching everybody stand around and cheat A man comes up and says Move along back to the corner where you belong I hear the city singing like a siren choir Some fool

Now the party's over and everybody's gone I'm left here with myself and I wonder what went wrong And now my heart is broken like the bottles on the floor Does it really matter or am I just hungover you? Or am I just hungover? And now the sun is rising

Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Bandana and some low cuts Still trap the 4 Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me I'm a thug

Battlefields a thousand miles away There with every bite Finally we're coming home Watching the horizon Everybody's coming home for summer What a feeling, taste the freedom We started in October Drowned our sins in cold November rain Thoughts all through