So why do I try? Oh baby, look at us I'm loving the pain I never wanna live without it You drive me insane Now we're screaming just to see who's louder You got me like (na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na) We been living like angels, living

Just my imagination Not my imagination Living not for reality There was a game we used to play We would hit the town on Friday night Stay in bed until Sunday

"I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm living like that" For, you wack MC's" Yo, I never brag, how real I keep it, cause it's the best secret I rock a vest, prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus In a Lex watching Kathie Lee and Regis My actions

Oh, didn't I? There are times to remember and times that I wish to forget Our time together was tinged with love and regret Oh my girl, my sweet, sweet little girl Didn't I try to tell ya That life was for living And wasn't I the guy who said Stay away

We’re still living in the city In a tiny rental made of wood We’ve loved and we’ve lost friends Time and time again Like ripples in a stream quietly die Every party’s got its pity Especially when it’s time to go Between the sun and all its moons The

Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I just wish I could have told him in the living years Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come

I'm living better in the city right now, right now, right now Guess how I feel right now, right now, right now? It's OVO right now It's UTU right now They can sleep right now I'm stepping up right now I been up four nights That's only for now I'm gon' do

As long as you're in it Wherever we go, whatever we do As good as it gets, gets better with you As long as you're in it, girl So baby let's ride There ain't nothing missing in this life I'm living It's just an old '88 four door, banged out floorboard A

Keep living loud and proud They never can hold you down Everything that I say won't mean anything less When I'm down in a grave And you've put me to rest This is for the kids with the beaten in lips Whose parents try to shut them up using their fists

I'm a product of the tube and the free lunch Living room, watching old reruns This one's for all the little dreamers And who cares your daddy couldn't be here? Don't stop now, keep dreaming And the ones who never gave a fuck Mama always kept the cable on