Let's make it up as we go Make it up, make it up girl, Don't stop the party, it's just getting started Make it up as we go, I know you want it I'm all upon it What we got is sexy, what we got is sexy Lay me down, undress me You're so sweet like candy,

Most of the time I'm clear focused all around I can keep both feet on the ground I can follow the path I can read the signs Stay right with it When the road unwinds I can handle whatever I stumble upon

I'm just a soiled dirty boy, Mutilate and sew my new clothes for masquerading, Aprons of flesh corpse scalped hair with skin upon my face, Cold and silent, soiled face I will wash it all away, With my love, That's all she's ever needed, from me It's my

Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found Havin' hard times in this crazy town Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare People all around me and they're all in fear They don't seem to want me but they won't admit I must be some kind of creature up here

Fly to who you are Climb upon your star Everywhere you go Your soul will find a home You'll be free to spread your wings Fly, you can fly to your heart Watch all the flowers Dance with the wind

I really wanted these pages to begin With once upon a time like all those lullabies I should've known better I'll admit it, I thought when I let you in You were my shining knight from all those stories This love is your illusion, this love is your

There is a place Here in this house That you can stay If you should fall upon hard times If you should lose your way Deadlines and commitments I'll be waiting I am on your side This offer would be standing

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass Oh now, slow down And once upon a time in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga What money got to do with it

The secret's out this is the last time Cast overboard, dragged out to sea All premonitions drowned today in the murky waters flowing from wounds But we emerged soaked in grace, dripping with the truth You've fired upon a target so clear but we've

I have myself a silver blade The edges sharp, the handle bone A little thing of silver made Now it's the only thing I own Once I knew a lordling fine I heard him whistle as he rode And I was bold to call him mine The shoes upon his horse were gold One