To the top of the world Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow There's a whole lot of singing that's never gonna be heard Think I broke the wings off that little song bird She's never gonna fly to the top of the world right now I wished

When the lonely heart breaks It's the one that forsakes It's the dream that we stole And I'm missing you more Than the fire that will roar There's a hole in my soul For you it's goodbye For me it's to cry For whom the bell tolls

This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies His ma was smokin' crack while she was pregnant, so he can't even help that he crazy He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, forreal I ain't have nobody to give me no hope I hope my momma ain't doin' no

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

Oh, my god, I cry in fear Afraid you have forgot me here Afraid you haven’t gotten long Your quiet dove and faithful son I kept the promises I made I went to work, I worked all day When I wanted to run, I stayed Little children came and grew Moved away

In my solitude I sit in my chair With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad Dear Lord above Send back my love You haunt me

Just like they say it in the song Until the dawn, let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on Let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on You got the healing that I want Woah, there's loving in your eyes That pulls me closer It's so subtle, I'm in trouble But I'd love to be in

I don't know, where to go, what's the right team I want my own dream, so bad I'm gonna scream I want my own thing, so bad I'm gonna scream I can't choose, so confused, what's it all mean The day a door is closed The echoes fill your soul They won't say

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here oh oh oh I ask myself what am I doing here? Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here And I can't wait till we can break up outta here Oh oh oh oh oh oh (I guess right now you've got the last laugh) I'm sorry if I seem uninterested Or I'm