Damn the circumstances Life is hard enough Damn the bones that rattle Faith is good enough My heart is like a hand-me-down made soft by older brothers My body's like my father's house, the sin of genera~ons You shook the ground beneath my feet, my hopes

In my heaven In my heaven we hurt no one No lying, crying, or dying young No one's lonely, no one's scared And anyone is welcome there In my heaven there ain't no lawyers Don't need names on dotted lines Folks do business like they oughta A good firm

We're like sun and rainy weather Sometimes we're a hit together Gloomy moods and inspiration We're a funny combination I don't think I'm different or in any way unique Think about yourself for a minute And you'll find the answer in it Everyone's a freak

Just a silly kind of quarrel When we made each other wild You shouldn't have been so selfish I shouldn't have walked out Now I've gone and lost my feelings Ever since you got me riled Maybe both of us were wrong But somebody's acting like a child It

Like that was your favorite year? We were young and so inspired We weren't the only ones who thought We'd change the world No sun would set without us No one we knew could ever doubt us We had our future figured out We knew a love like ours would always

My boy, my boy, my boy Don't love me like he promised He ain't a man and sure as hell ain't honest (Alright dude, go trip over a knife) And if you want a good girl, then goodbye My boy's being sus and he don't know how to cuss

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah I will not let you go So come on love(come on, come on, come all and go) If you could see me whoever I am, it's not like a movie but it's not all skin and bones How you lost your mind and your wrist got bruised And you wanted

Stars shine whenever you're with me, I melt like the ice in your sweet tea, I just can't say no to you, girl. I'm loving you without trying, Whatever you got I'm buying I ain't no one's fool

Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's

You better pray that there's Another way out You better pray that Someones listening now (Doesn't matter what you got) 'Cause when you lie like The devil himself No angels gonna hear your Cry for help!