We rock the world, ooh, yeah We didn't listen when they said it can't be done It's gonna make the papers This shit's gon' hit the news 'Cause fear don't haunt the madness Got nothing left to lose A hundred years from now There's still be talking, girl I

Oh, I don't wanna share you with nothing else I gotta have you to myself I just can't get you close enough, no Yeah, if I were the moon I could catch your eye I'm jealous of the moon If I were the wind I would make you fly I'm jealous of that too, yeah

Let's burn down the cornfield You hide behind the oak tree Stay out of danger 'till I return And we can listen to it burn Oh, it's so good On a cold night To have a fire Burnin' warm and bright And I'll make love to you while it's burnin

Until you go oh oh oh I'm in misery where you can seem as old as your omens And the mother we share will never keep your proud head from falling The way is long but you can make it easy on me And the mother we share will never keep our cold hearts from

The money and the fame make a monster Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Feelin' so good, might smoke somethin' (Ayy) Hit it so good, might choke somethin' (Ayy) Might pull out, the game so weak Fuck it, you can go and have

This heavy crown To everyone who said I'd never make it Oh Lord weren't you mistaken You can't always please the crowd But I am still not bowing down It comes and goes around And when it's time, I'll pass it proud But bitch I got it now I'm at the top

One more try I still can't believe you found somebody new How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt We've heard it all before, that everybody knows How to make it right, I wish we gave it one more try 'Cause everybody knows, but nobody really knows

Lover man, oh, where can you be I've heard it said That the thrill of romance Can be like a heavenly dream I go to bed with a prayer That you'll make love to me Strange as it seems Someday we'll meet And you'll dry all my tears

It's sad, so sad It's a sad, sad situation And it's getting more and more absurd Why can't we talk it over Oh it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word What have I gotta do What have I gotta do to make you love me? What have I gotta do to

Sweet, sweet fate I had about all that can take You're my living in the breath that I make Is it yours? I wonder Oh if it's really out of my hands (If it's really out of my hands) Can you forgive all of my sins? (Can you forgive all of my sins?) Have