He's on his way to Hollywood He's on his way, he's bout to get paid Show him the way, he's about to get paid It's been hard for me to smile Roll up and smoke my sins away I'd like to go to St. Tropez Maybe I'll go maybe I'll stay Maybe I'll stay She

Welcome to my island But please don't you stay too long I wouldn't want anyone to think That something's going on Toe the line And you'll be fine You'll see another day Don't connect, Don't reflect,

Sacred mind We build a new pleasure-dome here Fire, walk with me Try to remember me Could not break the silence Could not move in here How can they stay so silent?

Somewhere down the road, you're gonna find a place It seems so far, but it never is You won't need to stay, but you might lose your strength Sometimes you may feel you're the only one Cause all the things you thought were safe, now they're gone But you

I want you to know this I want you to know just what I feel You told me through sacred lies I told you once with bloodshot eyes You told me don't ask Just stay away from me You violate, and yourself a man

We should have no ending, like limits to a sky Rather hear a good night, let's not say goodbye We should take what's left and make it right (We're gonna make it right) We should sleep all day and stay up all night (We're staying up all night) If London

Tomorrow never came In the Tropic of Cancer 'Cause if I had my way You'd would always stay I waited for you In the spot you said to wait In the city, on a park bench In the middle of the pouring rain 'Cause I adored you

Let me get this right Feelings I got for you couldn't dry its the truth but You want something new baby(baby) We got a simple thing but its about to change Or will it stay the same maybe(maybe) No matter what the road I pass still as a load Of loves and

And she will be loved, and she will be loved I don't mind spendin' everyday Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay awhile Out on your corner in the pourin' rain Want to make you feel beautiful Please don't try so hard to say

Come some more into my sight If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life