Will you sing us a song And we'll sing it back to you We could sing our own But what would it be without you I am finding out that maybe I was wrong That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone Stay with me This is what I need please I am nothing now

Will you sing us a song And we'll sing it back to you We could sing our own But what would it be without you I am finding out that maybe I was wrong That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone Stay with me This is what I need please I am nothing now

Long as you're holding me down, down, down I'm gon' keep lovin' you down, down, down I'm gon' keep lovin' you When push come to shove When push come to shove, aye Fifth Harmony I need somebody with some patience 'Cause you know I got a temperament

They don't know who we be Another one of those (This is for my nigga Q) Down to earth joints (Rest in peace, baby You know how we roll) What they don't know is The bullshit, the drama (uh), the guns, the armor (what!)

Hold onto hope if you got it Don't let it go for nobody And they say that dreaming is free But I wouldn't care what it cost me Man, you really know how to get someone down Everything was fine, until you came around And I've been chasing after dreamers in

(Hard times) (Hard times) gonna make you wonder why you even try (Hard times) gonna take you down and laugh when you cry (These lives) and I still don't know how I even survive When I hit the ground (Hard times) (hard times) All that I want Tell my

What up, Blood? (What?) We don't play that What up, Cuz? (What?) What up, gangsta? We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around G-Unit (Bo!) We in here (Bo!) We can get the drama popping, we don't care (Bo! bo! bo!) It's going down (Bo!) 'Cause I'm

I wish it would break There I could move on, right on down the line Where I don't see you, need you, in my life You're wrapped around me Your memories bound me like a chain That ole picture frame keeps hangin' round I ain't ready yet to take it down

Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us gypsy's, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show My mama used to dance for

We went to the beach And we went to the beach Every year, the middle of June We crammed into that Astro van Tighter than a can of sardines We fought in the back And dad got mad And mama rolled the windows down "Y'all smell the salt of the beach?"