You're in a laundry room The clues that came to you, oh He'll keep you in a jar He'll give you breathing holes You will make him happy And you'll think you're happy He'll cover you with grass Then you'll think you're happy Then you'll think you're happy

Hope you fuckin' wit' me, girl I fuck with you With me in one of these cities, but do what you wanna do But be what you wanna be, you make my summer breeze This love right right here stings, she yellow like Bumble Bee Be what you wanna be This love right

I wanna give you wild love The kind that never slows down I wanna take you high up Let our hearts be the only sound I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine But I wanna give you wild love (I wanna give you wild love) Don't know what to

You got it, you got it bad When you're on the phone Hang up and you call right back If you miss a day without your friend Your whole life's off track You know you got it bad when you're stuck in the house You don't wanna have fun It's all you think about

Where do we go from here? God have mercy And should we really care? The end is finally here People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall Of

Worlds are spinning 'round Don't forget to take a breath There's no time for slowing down So won't you take a breath? Just take a breath People change and promises are broken Clouds can move and skies will be wide open We've all been down that road

(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so

If I would have known it could have been you If I would've known, if I would've known If I had the chance, if I had the chance I'd make us brand new I never wanted to be, wanted to be your remnant Oh, no, but if I, if I would've known Like a permanent

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles Il me semble que la misère Serait moins pénible au soleil Serait moins pénible au soleil Vers les docks où le poids et l'ennui Me courbent le dos Ils

Baby wants to dance Through every long hot heavy summer And all of them, they talk of national security Over garden fences made to buff the bastard breeze Past the flat footed charterhouse boys From towns where the mothers can't stand The sight of each