When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane She wan' smoke my dope, ayy Let her smoke my dope, ayy Fuck her in her

Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers, and some to

So far away How I miss you every single day When I see you on those streets Tell me there's a river I can swim that will bring you back to me 'Cause I don't know how to love someone else I don't know how to forget your face God, I miss you every single

Naked from the fee From the decade of the bees On a new road With no true know that see it There's doubt in every face There's a liar on the stage And what good is it If you don't hear him say of believing Every clap brings out a warning

You know it We were made for each other so My shattered heart is on the ground I've got to see your face right now Just tell me where and you'll find me waiting there And if love is made of glass Can we pick up the pieces

Just the way you are When I see your face There's not a thing that I would change 'Cause you're amazing And when you smile The whole world stops and stares for a while 'Cause girl you're amazing She's so beautiful The way you are

Feel like a stranger in this place, I wanna see your face. I've been missing you, I've been missing you lately. I've been needing you lately, when the sun goes down. I don't know where to find you, so I just drive around. I've been needing you, I've been

And they say She's in the class A team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries The worst things in life come free to us And go mad for a couple grams

You're all that's left to hold on to I'm hanging on I'm still waiting In Red Hill town The lights go down on Red Hill From father to son The blood runs thin See faces frozen still

Mary was the type of girl Tell me did you see her face Tell me did you smell her taste Tell me what's the difference Don't they all just look the same inside? Buddha for Mary Here it comes This is the life on Mars Mary was a different girl