I remember being broke and down bad Now I pay nothing for my sneakers 'cause I'm NAV He can't get a feature so he mad I ain't nothing like these rappers they won't last I don't wanna call her now she sad It's 'cause I'm getting money fucking bitches

Too deep, too deep to get outta here Fall too deep, too deep to get outta here House burnt down, burnt down to the fucking ground I don't even care now if I make it out Colours change, blue grass like the Lumineers I'm too deep, too deep to get outta

All day, all day bring it my way I wanna handle your bizz Waah yuh put it pon meee Baby girl cau' you don't stop pose And you look good inna clothes And you pretty like rose And di sitten expose Chilling out inna the island breeze

Now don't you even act like you don't wanna get up You better get out on the dancefloor show me what you got 'Cause I don't even want too much just for y'all to understand A party ain't a party if I'm not in the party So I need to see some hands All I

For the first time Oh these times are hard Yeah they're making us crazy Don't give up on me baby Trying to make it work but man these times are hard Sit talking up all night Even after all these years We just now got the feeling that we're meeting But

You don't have to be Superman You don't have to hold the world in your hands You've already shown me that you can Don't have to be Superman If I could break away half of all your pain I'd take the worst of it and carry you like you carry me You say that

Show business That's the way it goes Show business That's show business You learn to sing You learn to play Why don't the businessmen Ever learn to pay You play in halls

I wanna go one on one with you You a one of one Back to the front with you You, you my only one You my number one One on one, and I want you to want me too You, you a one of one Don't let 'em make you regret it

I don’t wanna be alone, I don’t wanna be alone I don’t wanna be alone The feeling I got from you ‘Cause ya know, somewhere inside, I cannot find No, somewhere inside, I cannot find The feeling I got from you, oh Hard for a Pitchfork, soft for a

Nothing but blue skies There's spring in the air They're sweeping the streets Wind is a breeze The sun becomes her he agrees What's holding up her face? Passage ways to windows That don't close Where do you live?