Can you believe me when I say, there's nothing I like better, Than just to sit here and talk with you. Although I'll rant and I'll rave about one thing and another The beauty of it is, hope you'll agree, though I'm a poor boy, I can still be happy, As

I know my rights, je t'aime Paris Live or die like c'est la vie So down, is there no hope? I can't believe in no one Act like you're over it, still be upset With my fist in the air, "je suis Charlie" Can't ya see I'm feeling magnifique? Hello, I'm

So am I still waiting For this world to stop hating Can't find a good reason Can't find hope to believe in So tell me what would you say I'd say its up, to me Drop dead a bullet to my head Your words are like a gun in hand You can't change the state of

I like to wait to see how things turn out If you apply some pressure Apply some pressure, you lose some pressure You know that I would love to see you next year I hope that I am still alive next year What happens when you lose everything? You start all

Who run the world? Who run this motha? Girls, we run this motha, yeah Who are we? Hope you still like me "F" you pay me My persuasion can build a nation Endless power