Raise our voices up, lay our flowers down Only love can lift us now We find our common thread Over tear-stained ground People come and gather round Oh, lay 'em down Candle wax, like a river on the concrete Fears will fly if you let them Patterned-leather

All the wasted words I said In all the cities that I left The last act of our precious play Must not close with regret (regret) All the wasted words There are days when sorrow seems never-ending Like the countless roads upon which I've driven The price

And it's the start of your ending 41st side get bent, run wild I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm Swayze You must be crazy kid Man I never did forever wildin' that's how we live up in the Bridge You

Well I don't really care what people say I don't really watch what dem waan to do Still I got to stick to my girls like glue And I mon nah play number two All I know the time it is gettin' dread Need a lot of trees up in my head Got a little damsel in my

Calling all stars, come on We all stars, we are one We all shine, we are chrome And we are shimmering We light up the night like a black sun Turn on, turn on (turn on) Play it loud, we don't care

We were born, we were born to get wild I'm up in this bitch to get wild Turn up the sound And play it loud so that everyone who comes around 'Cause we getting crazy Burning down the town We burn it down so that everyone comes around

Hm you're my baby And your sweet sweet sun makes me crazy I want to lay you down and see how you amaze me You push me up to the inglorious shadows of a craving And if we fall we blow up like exponential assembly I never thought that some training can

I fuck on that bitch and we lay up Don't tell me you back in that action I passed her off like a lay up I tripled my cups like an addict She come through late night on them Xannies I get that mouth on the regular I get more lip than a cellular I fuck

This is what I'm made with This is love Love, love, love, love She likes the shark print with the zip-up High hats with the hiccups Dark tints on the pickup Pineapples and liquor She moves with the machine Play the game to change it

DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dikes But