I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't go But the gun still rattles The gun still rattles, oh And I don't want a never ending life I just want to be alive while I'm here Spirits in my head and they won't I been looking

This is a blackout Don't let it go to waste I want to detonate My head and your heart Sometimes I feel I'm getting stuck Between the handshake and the fuck Real life is so hard We hide in the stars That's where our heads are

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight Just a touch of the fire burning so bright I don't want to push too far Just a shot in the dark that you just might Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life And I don't want to mess this thing up So baby

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

Can you help me? Tell me what you want from me Baby, help me Without you, my whole world is falling apart Life's a prison when you're in love alone I need you to come back home (ooh, girl, I love you) I don't wanna be alone (you know I need you) You know

Life is seen more clearly through our tears Cause we all find some faith When we face our fears When my life's goin like I want God becomes an after thought And I start trying to build my Heaven here A better believer would look to the skies And shout

Someone told they bet I'll be sorry So do we fell if you don't want me now Is this wrong to see life under the life I can be wrong if not then live without me Over my dead body I will never shake this feeling away I can't be wrong enough 'Cause you don't

And mountains Oh mountains o' things The life I've always wanted I guess I'll never have I'll be working for somebody else Until I'm in my grave I'll be dreaming of a live of ease To have a big expensive car Drag my furs on the ground And have a maid

Posted on the corner like a trapper (uh) Why he move his hands all around like a rapper (uh) To the block—to—to—to—to—to the block Why he move his pants up and down like the scrapper (uh) My whole life I just wanted to be a rapper Then I grew'd and the

All my life, been grinding all my life Sacrifice, Hussle paid the price Want a slice, got to roll the dice All my life, I been grinding all my life I'm married to the game, that's who I made my wife Said I die alone, I told that bitch she probably right