Lookin' for to make some sense out of nothin' Lookin' for the hunger to hang on Lookin' for to know if you're really worth it Lookin' for a reason not to be gone Your signs are fadin', Baby I can't read 'em anymore Can't you see where I'm standin', Baby

Why do I know that I'm just not the same? 'Cause I'm not too young If I'm too young, If I'm too young to fall in love, why do you keep running through my brain? Don't tell me I won't, don't tell me I can't feel what I'm feeling is real Big lights, people

Baby, it's a fine line I'm holding on, you're holding back Can't you hear me knockin' at your door? But you're taking your sweet time In love, out of touch Baby, it's a real fine line Completely complacent So decidedly vacant I keep waiting for something

Over my dead body I'm gonna go to sleep Something for the rag and bone man Something big is gonna happen Someone's son or someone's daughter This is how I end up sucked in Let this wash all over me We don't really want a monster taking over Tiptoe

When crowd would rock with me I felt like the biggest man, the biggest man in Los Angeles Just standing on the street All I really need Are some ears to hear me dream I feel like the biggest man, the biggest man in Los Angeles Oh I'm home, I'm right

I really want it I really want it right now I'm feeling the world go round It's spinning me upside down I'm finally homeward bound I'm not giving up It's crawling under my skin And I don't care if I sin

You can live your life in a crowded city, You can walk along a crowded street. But the city really ain't no bigger than the friendly People, friendly people that you meet. You might be a sweet young, sweet young pretty, pretty, And at the dances you

Real shit, real shit Night time, locs on Real big, real big I knew one day I would do it real big I know all my real niggas feel this Can't even see the stars, but we still wish Who would've ever thought we'd build this Fuckin' young bitches while they

Ain't nothing more important than the mula (The mula) Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah Ain't nothing more important than the mula Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me I'm with my shooter

A we a guard dem out a street Late at night when dem a sleep Me and unno, bombaclat Big up the lion dem weh roar fi a cause Defend your community at all cost Never yet run, stand your ground to the last Real outlaw, people love we, because No old woman