You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope some day you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people living for today

Get low, get get get low Low, low, low, low, low, low, low Get, get, get low when the whistle go Get, get, get, get low when the whistle go Barbes, yallah habibi Get, get, get, get low Get, get, get, get low.

What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you Fill em with the venom who the fuck are we talking to? (Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches) Never ever do it down low with a (Psycho Bitch!) Better never ever go out with a (Psycho Bitch!) Everybody better learn to

Well, they say people come The say people go This particular diamond was extra special And though you might be gone, and the world may not know Still I see you, celestial And I should but I can't let you go But when I'm cold, I'm cold Yeah, when I'm cold

Only trill niggas I know Thirtys in the city movin' slow 30 30 3,500 for the coat Only real niggas keep you float (Only trill niggas I know) Say fuck all the rumors say fuck all the rumors Ain't nobody triller than me Ain't nobody triller than Scott I

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green I think I need me a money machine I heard some fuckboys are plottin' on me Waist 32, .40 tucked in my jeans Won't forget when no one cared about me

Won’t you follow me into the jungle? (Yeah) Ain’t no God on these streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child) Ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle (oh lord child) Won't you follow me into the jungle Yeah, I wear my chain to the

My ghetto gospel Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last Into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior Without the sound of guns Uh, hit em with a little ghetto gospel If I could recollect before my hood

There are some that blindly and happily plow While the tractor screams "feed me some oil" The scraping of gears and the gnashing of teeth fall softly on full ahead ears A frown may give away something right A smile can hide crooked affairs Sun on the

High, was the sun when I held him close Low, was the moon when we said, "Adios" I look for my heart It`s perdido I lost it way down in Torito The day the fiesta started