You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

To ever have to worry 'bout that Too high, too high in the clouds I done made some mistakes along the way To become the G I am today Who'd ever thought I'd make this far? Out the hood to be a big star And I ain't goin' nowhere Homie I ain't never comin'

To the world, to the world, to the world I made up in my mind I'm doin' things my way, it's my way or the highway Let me see you put your middle fingers up Let me see you put your middle fingers up, to the world, I'm doin' things my way, I'm burnin' shit

On a balcony over the sun In a chair by the rail, high above everyone Like the tan on my skin, our names in the sand Girl you, faded away We made love as the waves rolled in And we owned that town for one weekend Like the sound of the boat Starting up,

Momma put a bible in my glove box And a hot homemade apple pie in the passenger seat She said "you'll always be my baby" She planted a kiss and a couple of tears on my cheek Dad slipped me some traveling cash through a map with it highlighted right on

I am the bonfire I live off your gasoline, gasoline You make me stronger, I'm going higher You make me stronger, you make me light up With the shade you throw on me, throw on me When you're mad Make it rain you're trying to put my fire out You feel

We'll get higher and higher Oh that's what dreams are made of Straight up we'll climb Leave it all behind So baby dry your eyes, save all The tears you've cried World turns black and white Pictures in an empty room Your love starts fallin down

He's flying High flying He could've tuned in tuned in But he tuned out A bad time nothing could save him Alone in a corridor waiting locked out He got up outta there ran for hundreds of miles He made it to the ocean had a smoke in a tree

Pretty little face, get a little high Mother of the Earth, she made you and I And there goes, a black girl, lost A young wild beautiful love child You like them thug style link rockin, then mink coppin Hit you on the sink a hundred dollar drink poppin