We're safe and sound (Safe and sound) You could be my luck I know that we'll be safe and sound I could lift you up I could show you what you want to see And take you where you want to be Even if the sky is falling down Safe and sound

Met her in the club All the ballers showing love Can you party with a thug I'm just trying to show you love VIP we got it packed This is where the party at You're the one I wanna know So tell me how it's supposed to go I used to love 'em, leave 'em

Lets get this party started Lets keep them 40s poppin' So just get buzzed and stay fucked up We'll keep them panties droppin' Everywhere I go Bitches always know That Charlie Scene has got a weenie that he loves to show That Charlie Scene got a weenie

And she knew Going on with the show Come on baby Frankie died just the other night Some say it was suicide But we know How the story goes With his six string knife And his street wise pride

Turned into my worst phobia A crazy man's utopia If you're lost no one can show ya But it sure was glad to know ya Only poor boys take a chance On the garden's song and dance Feel her flowers as they wrap around But only smart boys do without

Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at Let's get it homeboy! Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all man! T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that? King of the South! Hey! Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't

We're safe and sound (Safe and sound) You could be my luck I know that we'll be safe and sound I could lift you up I could show you what you want to see And take you where you want to be Even if the sky is falling down Safe and sound

You need a big god Big enough to hold your love Big enough to fill you up Is it just part of the process? Shower your affection, let it rain on me You keep me up at night To my messages, you do not reply You know I still like you the most The best of the

Up on the mountain I see down below Woah-oah-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oah-oh-oahh It's easy to lose yourself I know Can't hear what you're shouting, I'm deaf to your show It's easy to lose your self control Everybody gets high, everybody gets low Life can be

Let's turn up the radio Turn off those stupid singing shows Back to the shack Take me back, back to the shack Back to the strat with the lightning strap Kick in the door, more hardcore Rockin out like it's '94 I know where we need to go Sorry guys I