Remember cuddles in the kitchen Yeah, to get things off the ground And it was up, up and away That on a day like today when you're all argumentative And you've got the face on Oh, but it's right hard to remember Now then Mardy Bum I see your frown And

You better hope you're not alone It will defeat you then teach you to get back up After it takes away all that You learn to love Higher than your heart Hope you're not alone Your shadow walks faster than you

Oh, sunny days She keeps on praying Oh, oh, ooh Lift me when I'm down No more butterflies 'cause they don't never last Stolen from the light by demons of the past It's always raining Break you through the clouds She woke up in the morning

Amen, on the runway Dressed in his best Amen fashion, on the runway Work it, black Jesus Put it on, amen fashion There's no way I could be stopped Was taking my best shot Celebrate, oh oh, a new compassion I grew up in New York City

I'm spinning, I'm spinning, I'm spinning you up Just hide, oh! You know that you're the one, that's terrified, oh! La, la, la, la, la There's a bottom to the top of the moment You won't always be around Catch a nigga coming quickly behind ya People want

I can't control myself around you And only you can chase the pain away You bring too much sunlight to my day Olé, you bring too much sunlight to my day Lowkey, you won't tell none of your friends about me You won't tell them I occupy your dreams and your

Some rules I cannot break The ghost is supposed to love Then why do I feel pain 'Cause nothing is for keeps You just can't hold a cloud The shape will always change Then one day come back down You showed me when you came Night falls on us either way

Won’t give up (go away) Won’t give up (I want you) Til I’m high (I want you) To another place I hide oh between the sheets I won’t give up, no Hiding in lies goes inside out so weak I’m not there So I hide myself away

You only hold me up like this Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness 'Cause all of our moves make up for the silence Like I'll never be the same 'Cause you don't know who I really am And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase I've got

When a fellow loves a maiden And that maiden doesn't love him, It's the same as when a bald man Finds a comb upon the highway. The cucaracha, the cucaracha, Doesn't want to travel on Because she hasn't, Oh no, she hasn't Marihuana for to smoke.