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

Who the fuck are you now? You're talking too loud So just shut your mouth Can you feel it now? We're calling you out And it's true you're dead now It's light out, your last song Lifestyles of the young and the reckless

But do you feel like a young god? You know the two of us are just young gods And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with the

Afterglow, we're ready for the afterglow We're ready for the afterglow Even though the dancing's done Don't worry 'cause the night is young Who cares where we go Someone hold the sunlight back 'Cause we want this light to last Smoke and lasers, love and

Sex me, don't caress me I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski" Get flee in a white tee You can't be my wifey, you're just like me Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah

Our deeds have traveled far What we have been is what we are All that we learn this time (what we have been is what we are) Is carried beyond this life Headline: "murder, young girl killed Desperate shooting at echo's hill Dreadful ending, killer died

You can dance, you can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene Digging the dancing queen You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance You are the dancing queen Young and sweet, only seventeen Dancing queen

We gon' love who we wanna love Oh, yo', oh, yo', oh Time won't let you stay young So, we don't care what they say We don't care what they say You don't gotta tell me 'bout your body count I don't gotta know your ex's name

And we were bound to the citylife Flashlights when we’re falling into the night Focused on what you feel Just when you were calling her love that day When we were young souls On the junk-yard Now we are stunned minds Full of junk-goods But I feel your

I'm a Brooklyn baby He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair They say I'm too young to love you Well, my boyfriend's in the band I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything