Don't stop at the top (Don't stop at the top) Touch the sky before you drop (Touch the sky) Not a mountain that's too high To the best time of your life. You never take the easy way The wind is blowing straight into your face You never close your eyes

I try to untie Manhattan So lit up, lit up, lit up alright Lit up, lit up, lit up alright I try to untie 'Cause you're the low life of the party, bad blood Bad blood for everybody I'm in control and I believe My bodyguard shows her revolver to anyone who

I want, I want, I want, to be loved by you I want, I want, I want, but that's crazy I want, I want, I want, and that's not me When girls say Oh, and all the girls say Give you this, give you that Blow a kiss, take it back If I looked inside your brain I

You’re like gold dust There’s a hollow in this house Whenever you go Keep coming down that street It rains over me A foreign sun that I thought I’d never see Oh don’t change ever No don’t change

Maybe I can change your mind Soon as you walk out my door I'm gonna call a hundred times I'm not one of those crazy girls Now I'm one of those crazy girls Baby, are we really over now? Now when you say you wanna slow down Does it mean you wanna slow

I'd like to go there Golden lady, golden lady And golden lady, golden lady Take me right away A touch of rain and sunshine made the flower grow Into a lovely smile that's blooming Looking in your eyes Kind of heaven eyes Closing both my eyes

It sure is dragging me down I love that new lazy swing I'm almost (slow drag) I crave that (slow drag) Oh you've got my soul on fire I know that (slow drag) I love that new lazy

Oh gimme that fire Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone Burn, burn, burn And my mother told me son let it be Sold my soul to the calling Sold my soul to a sweet melody Calling my name oh, lost in the fire Lonely shadows following me Lonely ghosts

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

We the best DJ Khaled we the best Who we nigga The winner I represent the ghetto across the world And you represent the horde two hands in the sky I'm so hood (listen) I wear my pants below my waist And I never dance when I'm in this place