I am smitten My crush with eyeliner I'm the real thing (I'm the real thing) She's a sad tomato She's three miles of bad road I know you've seen her Walking down the street Will I never meet her?

There are moments that the words don't reach (If you see him in the street, walking by her side Talking by her side, have pity) Forgiveness, can you imagine? There is suffering too terrible to name You hold your child as tight as you can Then push away

I would always open up the door Always looking up at higher floors Want to see it all give me more (rise, rise up) I was always up for the making changes Walking down the street and meeting strangers Flipping through my life turning pages (rise, rise up)

Leaving the ground When I'm with you To hold them down Slip into your skin and spend the night And get out of mine Walking the streets in dark Where lamps are the sunshine for the trees Oh for the trees cause everybody needs somebody

Till we're both in a better place Till the sky falls and the good Lord calls us up You're the only girl I wanna love Till I'm pushing up daisies Wanna stare into your green eyes, baby Till we're hand-in-hand walking down them streets of gold Six feet

Man today's a good day Hey, ay-ye-ay-ye-ay 'Cause I'm rich, rich, rich, rich Walking down the street and I just copped a big booty bitch And these diamonds on my wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist 'Cause I'm rich Today I don't have any haters 'Cause I

Every time you drop a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, I'm walking through your streets Where all your money's earning Where all your buildings crying And clueless neckties working Revolving fake lawn houses Housing all your

That's my baby That's my diamond in the rough But I can make him shine with my sweet love See that boy walking down the street Thinks he's tough but he smiles so sweet Snakeskin boots and a baseball cap Bet you'd like to meet a boy like that He's a

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I’m fairly local, I’ve been around I’ve seen the streets you're walking down I’m fairly local, good people now It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional Yo, this song will never be on the radio Even if my clique were to pick

Make believe that you don't see the tears Just let me grieve in private Cause each time I see you I break down and cry If you see me walking ddown the street And I start to cry each time we meet I just can't get over losing you and so if I seem broken