See you when I see you Another place, some other time If I ever get down your way We'll laugh about the old days Or you're ever up around mine And catch up on the new Yeah I'll see you when I see you And I hope it's some day soon Let's don't say goodbye

These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid Yeah, Project Baby Sniper Gang Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang I don't gang-bang but I bang bang I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains Took that

It's gonna be a long, hot summer, we should be together I swear I see the stars come out With your feet up on the dashboard now Singing along with the radio, it's such a beautiful sound But when you say my name in the middle of the day, When you hold my

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? So high Can we get much higher? You might think you've peeped the scene You haven't The real one is far to mean The wattered down, the one you know Was made up centuries ago

Your sting red full stops my skin, dotted, scratch scratch, now I’m bleeding. Legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings. There’s bears in the wood and they’re out to get me, And I’m safe from harm if I stay in this chalet. And hold me tight

Distorted, distorted records Distorted records I can feel the bass, from the ceiling to the basement I don't feel a thing, get the fuck up out my face, bitch I don't feel a thing, yeah I'm faded, yeah I'm shaded I don't feel a thing, I can feel the bass,

Woah, lift me higher Woah, when I get down Watch me elevate I get lost in my head for so long, I can't get out When I'm feeling like I'm crawling in my skin and sinking down I need something to lift me up I wanna elevate

Run away, run away I'll attack Go change yourself I'll attack, I'll attack, I'll attack I promise you I won't suffer, be broken Get tired or wasted Surrender to nothing Or give up what I started

One two three four If you put this scene on a movie screen Is it called a helping hand? If the world gets me Where I'm supposed to be Will I know I've made it then? It's so hard (To the good part?) These things take time

I can tell that you're not gonna turn back- Though the road is out stretching before you, And the farther you go, Ain't nothing gonna get you to heaven And you know just who you are Ain't nothing gonna get you to heaven- Lady, you come across the water,