I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

You've got this heart of stone So take that any way you want to (Woah) If only I could live a little bit longer (Oh oh) Oh yeah it's true I'm never breaking through Feels like a dead end road That's keeping me from you If I break that you hate that Oh ya

And I never thought, not in a million years That I'd meet so many lovers So when you gaze at planet earth from outer space Does it wipe that stupid look off of your face? I saw this aura over the battleground states I lost the money, lost the keys But

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

With love, love One day we'll look at the past 'Cause one day we're gonna come back And laugh at it all One day we're gonna come back And relive those thoughts (Love, love) Like a scene from the past

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door There's something tragic about you

We don't always say what we mean My youth is the foundation of me So wake me up in the Spring From the city of the 915 Where all the girls are pretty And they're down for the hype All my boys are with me Going up for the night But who cares, who cares

(Open your eyes before you die) We're here because of you We're here because you were there We've arrived from every corner of the planet to this nation To seek the fulfillment of a promise of America We were promised a better life in our home

Expectations Prom Queen, Miss America In the backseat in a pair of cuffs Never be Miss America Baby, innocence one day gonna be decadence Sixteen, little runaway From the Five-O and you got away

I was walking round in Paris Near the (inaudible) Zanzibar Said the woman at the front door "Do you know the place you are? This place is from the fancy I don't think you fit the scene You're just an American Black boy I'm a French African Queen" And she