You say, take pride in the provision You give us dreams to wake us up When all we see is the face of defeat you say Take pride in the provision My future’s finally found me, figured me out It’s painful, it's tough, I never saw it coming Come as it may,

Petite frappe Attends un peu que je t'attrape Comme on crache sur les murs Tu ne casses que des cailloux Misérable voyou Sans aucune envergure Comme on crache à la figure De tout ce qui fût beau Mais ça manque à ta culture

I'm looking right at the other half of me The vacancy that sat in my heart Is a space that now you hold Show me how to fight for now And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy Coming back into you once I figured it out You were right here all along It's like

As your blood's running thin your time's running out No one will be listening not even when you shout When your angels turn to devils you'll finally figure out That no one will be with you in the end Don't come to me with your problems I don't need them

I just can't figure you out I can't figure you out Just can't figure you out I just can't I just can't figure you out, I can't Do you want me too? Where are you going? Why do you give me signs?

I can’t, I can’t lie to you No matter how much I’ve tried No matter how much I try Can’t lie to you, I can’t lie to you, uh No matter how many times I’ve No matter how many rhymes I’ve I got it all in my mind I got it all in my mind, and I can't lie to

Your my funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine, You make me smile with my heart, Your looks are laughable, un-photographical, Yet you´re my favorite work of art Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, are

You never look at me now, You never look me in the face, I'm a bad motherfucker who lives it everyday I am in a living hell, makes me wonder if I'm alive Can't seem to bring myself to figure out why I shove and I pull away from the things That I call you

My funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine You make me smile with my heart Your looks are laughable Unphotographable Yet you're my favorite work of art Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak Are you smiling?

There's gonna be no future If we don't figure this out (Come onto mama, come on, mama) Come to mama Tell me who hurt ya Oh, come tomorrow Who are you gonna follow? The only prisons that exist are ones we put each other in Why do we gotta tell each other