Whatever you got to raise up We'll be flying up in the clouds Like we're never gonna come back down Like we're running out of runway lights You can't get it high enough Your hands or your phone or your cup Set it off like the 4th Of July Gonna take it up

Lay lady lay Lay across my big brass bed Stay lady stay Stay with your man a while Stay while the night is still ahead Whatever colors you have in your mind I show them to you and you see them shine Until the break of day Let me see you make him smile

I’ll follow you down Wherever you go, whatever you do You know I’ll follow you down Wherever you go, if ever you lose your ground I would touch the sun I’d come undone It’s true, I’d fall for you Down, down, down, down, down, down Fading, so slow, black

I walk beside you Wherever you are Whatever it takes No matter how far Through all that may come And all that may go Tell me once again There's a story in your eyes I can see the hurt behind your smile

What do you got, if you ain't got love Whatever you got, it just ain't enough You're walkin' the road, but you're goin' nowhere You're tryin' to find your way home, but there's no one there Who do you hold, in the dark of night You wanna give up, but

Stoned and drunk completely gone My world is here to stay Where I'm rolling, never never knowing Don't want to find, whatevers left Poppin' pills and drinkin' booze Smokin' everyday Walked out of my mind Hide my fears and kill my doubts Whatevers in my

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am 'Cause I am whatever you say I am Radio won't even play my jam I don't know, it's just the way I am And I am whatever you say I am Man, whatever Dre just let it run Ayo, turn

They say they ready for whatever! One for the money, two for the show They say they ready for whatever Three for them hoes saying anything goes I been around the world, twice to be exact Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back And you know it

The hours tick away - they tick away In the fullness of time In this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test? It is what it is - and whatever Time is still the infinite jest The arrow files when you dream, the hours tick away