Well I've found a better method of pretending you were just some lover Do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now Or, darling, have you started feeling old yet Don't worry, I'm sure that you're still breaking hearts With the efficiency

These are the days we've been waiting for These are the days we won't regret These are the days we won't forget All over town Days like these you couldn't ask for more Keep 'em coming 'Cause we're not done yet And these are the days (these are the days)

Maria was born in the country She loved her homeland Maria was from a poor family For their girl they had greater plans Across the sea not yet twenty Sailed our Maria, a man to see Perhaps marry dreams our Maria This was to be eventually for our Maria

I could be it all, I'll make a good life Let me lose my mind, it's the only way to love Only way to, only way to love Life is all about you and not at all about you Now, that's two opposing thoughts and yet both of them are true How can you experience

Thoughts arrive like butterflies Someday yet he'll begin his life again Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away Oh whispering hands, gently lead him away Him away, him away Freezin' rests his head on a pillow made of concrete again ooh yeah Oh feelin'

Searching searching Oh ooh oh (oh) Do you hear what I hear Can you see what I see Everybody's crying out And yet we have no unity My friends always ask me Mary? tell me why do you weep 'Cause I'm trying to get over

Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet Different colored coupes, shmoney on the floor yeah They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah (Scum Gang!) I'll be on the block on the regular With my niggas busting at the cops, on the

That the worst is yet to come Well, I got a bad, bad feelin' Woke up this mornin', wrong side of the bed Had a heavenly night, you know, I'm feelin' it in my head Lord have mercy, and the day ain't even begun Didn't get no breakfast, didn't get no lunch

If you're 555, then I'm 666 If your 555, I'm 666 (Whats it like to be a heretic?) I'm a popstar threat and I'm not dead yet Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head Like a dead beat winner, I want to be a sinner An idolized bang for the industry

Hey you, you're a child in my head You haven't walked yet Your first words have yet to be said But I swear you'll be blessed I know you're still just a dream your eyes might be green Or the bluest that I've ever seen Anyway you'll be blessed And you,