Staring at the walls to pass the time I've been here before Pinch myself make sure I'm still alive Friends and family, I'm losing all ties I will survive another month under these grey skies We've carried each other through and over the seas We live for

If you're not in it for love Let me make it clear To you my dear If you're not If you're not in it for life I'm outta here! In it for love Willin' to give it all you got Mind if I sit down?

The aftertaste I know there's nothing that I can do to make you stay But one thing I know that will always remain And that's the aftertaste Don't break, don't fade While we're not real, we're never too late Make time, it won’t hurt Said I’ll go now, but

Another bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' That he's so willin' to make whoopee Now picture a little love

We can make it hot, hot, bring it on the rocks 'Round, 'round, down right until you wanna drop Acting like a hotshot, drop it like it's hot So swing another round, right, 'cause we will never stop That's right, come on Bring it on the rocks This is an

A real street nigga will never ever call 12 I still don't give a fuck how a fuckboy feel How you gon' keep it real and your diamonds not real? I do it so big I make a hater feel little I can't tell you why they hating but I have an idea You never liked

Wild hearts can't be broken There's not enough rope to tie me down There's not enough tape to shut this mouth The stones you throw can make me bleed But I won't stop until we're free No, wild hearts can't be broken I will have to die for this I fear

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York Now you're in New York Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in

Memories will taunt you, And I will try to love you, I come back to haunt you, It's not like I'm above you, See you there, We'll make our agreements, About when to meet, And I'll leave you in the doorway, The cold evening aches,

Make it rain Make it rain down low Oh make it rain And just the same When the sins of my father Weigh down in my soul And the pain of my mother Will not let me go