(so fuck it) We are dead flowers And pocket change - me Forcing smiles - so tragic baby We are the depressed Future heartbreakers And this is how we
blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
take the joy from us [Kid Cudi] Keep you hands up, get mine up don't let them take your fire Keep you hands up, get mine up don't let them take your
[Drake] What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landed I'm waiting in my hotel room seems like we are arguing more and it's getting less romantic
makes love look hard The stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours You never know what people have up their sleeves Ghosts from your
give a smile And fly into the blue CHORUS (Cause we're all just) Protons, Neutrons, Electrons That rest on a Sunday Work on a Monday and someday soon We
give a smile And fly into the blue! Cause we're all just- Protons, Neutrons, Electrons That rest on a Sunday Work on a Monday and someday soon We
motherfuckas are the ones that are I chose Some of the coolest individuals on the planet we said Best believe that we can buck or give a damn if we cared
And innocent The water's clear And innocent Give Up The Ghost Don't haunt me Don't hurt me Gather up the lust and soul In your arms Gather up the
Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight I won't give up that ghost It's sick the way these tongues are twisted The good in us is all we know There'
Na na, na na na na na I won't give up that ghost It's sick the way these tongues are twisted The good in us is all we know There's too much left to
the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family stick together and we never betray We used to jump rope but now we gun hope Bustin' shots off of
me turn up to North And if dem turn up North ? hurt no tell de boss And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts And if dem gal are up, well den
. Tempt Me © Vigoda 1991 Each time I walk to that open door I know it isn't right Too long this heart has been spoken for Gonna give it up, give it up
burn it up We got 'em runnin' to the radio to turn it up Like 'Is it really them thugs?' Yeah nigga this us And when we come with the heat, we gon' burn
henchmen warrior, poet, never to mention I love my lady rebel we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke on, we
funny at the beginning its gone now, cuz we live in a due or die society, you do or either die tryin to do it sycologicly, im brain dead and i dont give
