Faces
MAKING FACES ( A Short Film)
COLORS And SHAPES
SAN FRANCISCO
  • InsideOutsideInsideOutside
    Yeah, yeah
    Shoulda died already
    I shoulda died already, shit
    Yeah
    I shoulda died already
    Came in, I was high already
    Everybody trippin' that my mind ain't steady
    For my sin, shoulda been crucified already
    Why the fuck you need me?
    Don't you know how to fly already?
    Try and tell you that it ain't real
    Tell 'em, “Find that yeti"
    Oh motherfucker, I'm that yeti
    And it all could end right now
    I never been so ready
    All my homies philosophers (damn right)
    Yeah, all my homies philosophers
    And I don't need nobody, I would love somebody though
    Don't you ever get it fucked up
    Everybody wanna be God
    Besides God, he wanna be like us
    We ain't never sleep too much
    Beat that pussy up, she gonna need that trust
    Never see me in the street too much
    But on the inside, I'm outside, all the time
    Try and stay away from electric shock
    That electric shock, I'm outside
    Faces
  • Here We GoHere We Go
    Yeah
    Yeah, said how's it feel?
    Can you feel it?
    Polo pajamas, I think I made it
    I showed my mom my first million, she damn near fainted
    The rich and famous, so nice to make your acquaintance
    The legends put out their latest, I feel that it sound outdated
    I'm the hardest workin' person in the universe
    Temptation, victim to the church of Lucifer
    Internet rappers ain't shit when no computers work
    You spent your whole advance on two chains and a Gucci verse (a Gucci verse?)
    I'm the greatest, admit it, I'm the greatest
    And I don't hold a grudge against anybody who hate it
    I'm underrated, don't fit on nobody's playlist
    If I ain't in your top 10 then you a racist
    Cocaine ether creates a strange creature
    They wasn't hearin' me 'til I fucked with a Brainfeeder
    I'm still playin' it out the same speakers
    I did it all without a Drake feature!
    So many things that I've created
    But this right here might be my favorite
    They ask me how I feel, I say, “amazin'"
    I feel amazin’
    So many things that I've created
    But this right here might be my favorite
    Yeah
    Brand new home, I think I made it
    Key to the city, I keep to open the gates with
    A briefcase with a million under the pavement
    That's just on some rainy day shit, yeah
    The kids gettin' murdered that I grew up with
    They shootin' up, doing drugs or they doing nothin'
    My girl's parents still livin' out in the hood
    I come through in that new Bimmer like the shit all good, damn
    I'm just a human, let me make mistakes
    Shit has changed, ain't little Malcolm with the baby face
    Even my homies tell me, "take a break"
    They know it ain't their place, and this a day I hate to waste
    Tryna be a legend by tomorrow
    They say I can't, I'm determined to prove 'em wrong though
    I'm not perfect but they ain't either
    I did it all without a Jay feature!
  • FriendsFriends
    Mr. Davis?
    Okay
    Snowflakes keep fallin' on my expired debit cards
    Don't know why I'm still awake, I gotta be up at 10 tomorrow
    Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regular
    I never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra car
    My pool house studio is covered up with pencil marks
    And every day it's full of jokers like a deck of cards
    Swear, I'm so lonely, there's horns on my dome-piece
    But I'm not the devil, I'm a motherfuckin' minotaur
    Oh my God, look at how upset you are
    'Cause we out here winnin', brought my dogs from out the reservoir
    And I'ma let 'em bark, before you ready my set will start
    We forgot our roots before and trust me, things, they fell apart
    Wash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heart
    My conscience so weak I need to split it up in seven parts
    Revis brought me out to Cali for the first time
    Went to Amar’e's party, took tequila shots with Kevin Hart
    But Kevin don't remember that
    I saw him at the VMAs, told a joke, he never laughed
    The rap diablo, free your mind, my motto
    And we all gon' be good if TreeJay ever hit the lotto (we muhfuckin’ rich!)
    So arigato, shit, you know I'm world famous
    And R. Kelly been told me I'm the world's greatest (you're the world’s greatest)
    But still to fall in love is like an orgasm
    'Cause you never gonna know if your girl fake it
    I'm always faded, gettin' shaded in the basement
    I just bought a cello, now all I do is play it
    Thank God that I made it, ask Q where Dave is
    He'll probably tell you that he rollin' midnights out in Vegas (seven midnights)
    Me? I'm in my spaceship, my face is so complacent
    Wear a suit to cash a check, we goin' to the banquet
    And Jimmy got the burner, but he don't wanna murder
    And Clockwork is somewhere out in Sweden speaking Danish like
    Hi Sven, isn't this your language?
    That man must be an alien, I really can't explain it, shit
    It's just a little cocaine sniff
    But the lines longer than parades is, yeah
    I think it's time to give me all your praises
    So I can get this money and give all the homies raises
    My life is on these words, this is my affidavit
    And if you want a legal battle, send your ass to David (that’s my lawyer)
    Um, I'm half-man, half-amazin'
    Probably half-God, but that don't fit my calculations (don't make no sense)
    I know the planet Earth is 'bout to explode
    Kinda hope that no one save it, we only grow from anguish
    Miller Mac
    Miller Mac
    Miller Mac
    Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller
    There's snowflakes fallin' on my debit card
    Swear I'm not alive, I couldn't tell you if we ever are
    In this Game of Thrones, it is known I got them 4G
    LTE connection bars, no control, fuck Ken' Lamar (fuck you, Kendrick!)
    I don't vote, I never registered
    But I'm a magnet for them zeros, call me Edward Sharpe
    I wake up feelin' dead, I need a fresher start
    So me and Q put people on the label you’ll remember
    Smiled as I saw Jerm nerdin' out with Josh Berg
    Talkin' analog gear and drinkin' Arnold Palmer
    In the other room, watchin' C-Span with E. Dan
    Layin' down a bass line, doin' drums with his free hand (how the hell does he do that?)
    When I was in first grade, I wished to be Puerto Rican
    My mom took me to a barbershop to get some cornrows
    I walked in, ready for them Sprewell braids
    But the lady said my hair was too short though, damn
    I always thought my moms was the illest for that shit
    Drivin' through the hood, she did not have a reaction
    With a six-year-old she kept the doors unlocked
    And drove by the 5-0 like “fuck those cops!”
    Goddamn, it just don't stop
    I know my father probably wish that I would just smoke pot
    My grandma probably slap me for the drugs I got
    I'm a crackhead but I bought her diamonds, we love rocks
    Miller Mac
    Miller Mac
    Miller Mac
    Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller
    Yeah
    I've had the same outfit for six days straight
    And still all these bitches will get in position 'cause I got their pussies all drippin' in paint
    Somehow, I'm makin' this music, it's just to relate to (damn, you're drownin')
    And I got the life raft, ain't gonna save you
    Look at my reflection, I broke the mirror
    It's only for protection, shit keep gettin' weirder
    And I can't see a thing but things never been clearer
    Call the Mothman, it's Richard Gere (it's Richard motherfuckin' Gere)
    Yeah, this is our year
    Let's get fucked up and get the fuck up outta here
    I've kicked it with the aliens, a different stratosphere
    And lookin' down like, "We come in peace"
    Yeah, I told Will and Bill they need to kick the habit
    We on the same trip, we just got different baggage
    Park spilled the grape juice on all of Dylan's dad's shit
    We were just some motherfuckin' kids
    Miller Mac
    Miller Mac
    Miller Mac
    Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller
  • Angel DustAngel Dust
    Ladies and gentlemen
    Yeah
    Whew, that drip
    Yeah, okay
    Writin' on writer's block, haven't slept in days
    They wanna put me in the psycho watch
    Everyone's afraid of what I do inside my studio, worried I'ma lose control
    They rufflin' my feathers and they shufflin' the Yu-Gi-Oh!
    Execution flow, at your neck like new cologne
    Uno, dos, bitch, I'm in your head like Freddy Krueger though
    My brain fried, always chasin' the same high
    I'm too fucked up to function, do nothin' but waste time
    Woke up annihilated, lyin' on the pavement
    Covered in items I regurgitated under a fire escape
    And I know that it's Friday, 'cause every Friday they have a parade
    In front of city hall, hear 'em celebrate, they havin' a ball
    My pupils dilated, highly dehydrated, I'm lost inside a giant matrix
    Isolate myself from eyes I find contagious
    Jump above the comedown
    I'm strung out, noddin' off inside the dugout
    Don't be scared, just come with me, yeah
    Feels so good to feel this free
    What are you afraid of? Tell me what you made of
    What are you afraid of? It's just a little angel dust
    La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
    La-da-da-da, la-da-da (just a little angel dust)
    La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da
    La-da-da-da, ayy (it's just a little angel dust)
    Yeah
    I'm playin' hot potato on a Winnebago
    The chips are stale, they taste okay though when they dipped in queso
    And what's an angel with a missin' halo?
    She would drop outta school to take a trip to DayGlow
    Found a twenty layin' by the sewer rats
    You know little Stuart hasn't been in any movies lately
    He spent his paychecks on cocaine and latex
    His agent workin' hard to try and book him a commercial
    What I do should not concern you, do this 'til I turn blue
    Not Eric Sermon, I'm more Merlin, curses turn 'em into bird food
    Hurry to make the first move, I'm walkin' like Herschel
    And now we at the end of verse two, oh
    Don't be scared, just come with me, yeah
    Feels so good to feel this free
    What are you afraid of? Tell me what you made of
    What are you afraid of? It's just a little angel dust
    La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
    La-da-da-da, la-da-da (said it's just a little angel dust)
    La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da
    La-da-da-da, ayy (it's just a little angel dust)
    Don't fuck with the angel dust
    Don't fuck with the angel dust
    Please don't fuck with the angel dust
    Please don't fuck with the angel dust
  • MalibuMalibu
    Check myself into rehab
    Yeah, um, I might die before I detox (you piece of shit)
    Now that's a bar
    I'm gonna save that one for a little bit (you piece of shit)
    Now let me come with somethin' else, you feel me? (here we go)
    It's Air Jordan on my flip-flops
    And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop
    I might die before I detox
    This ain't high-school, no little Asian I can cheat off
    We keep chiefin' while police watch
    Loss in vibration, sirens blowin' up the weed spot
    And Heisman hopefuls all growin' up to be cops
    Chasin' after gangsters but they never find the G spot
    I'm recordin' like I'll die tomorrow
    At the rate I'm gettin' high, it'll be hard for me to find tomorrow
    But I just pray that I'll survive tomorrow
    As she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrow
    She'll be smilin' by tomorrow
    Everything will be so fine tomorrow
    Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow
    Come say hi to Morrow
    Well I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit
    Well I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit
    Here I am
    Oh I know you see me
    Here I am
    Yeah and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit but here I am
    I'm the only suicidal motherfucker wit' a smile on
    Let’s hold hands and sing the Bible, that’s a violent psalm
    The high-strung, eyes low, ride along
    Everybody grab a fuckin' number, this a dieathon (kill me)
    Oh, I'm the bomb
    Literally back away, I'm the bomb
    Let me get my lion on
    Yeah, okay
    85 grand get you a heavy ass wrist
    They ain't killin', they just yellin', that's it
    A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff
    I’m on the phone probably yellin' at Rich
    Say, double the money, please, double the money
    Triple the problems, double the money
    They was all laughin', wasn't that funny?
    I started fucking with drugs and now I'm a junkie
    The U-S of A, I fuck with my country
    But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie
    I'm thinking ‘til my brain pops
    Spittin' is a cakewalk
    I'm just a rapper, guess I'm sticking to my day job
    We’s gettin' faded, come and kick it at a bake shop
    Everythin' is A-1, steak sauce
    (Oh, thank God)
    Goddamnit (Thank God)
    Thank God
    Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
    Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
  • What Do You DoWhat Do You Do
    Okay
    The pussy like trouble 'cause I'm in it often
    A drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin
    But down the slope in my toboggan
    Three day delirium, gettin' weirder than Austin
    Now it's seven in the morning, this rapper life is so boring
    Still at it, the drug-absorbing, endorphin addict, yeah
    The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet
    I know a bitch who'll let you fuck her for Coachella passes
    Never lose your mind 'cause insanity is brutal
    Life is just like college, all you have's your noodle
    Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead man
    Me and Mikey go back like Bron-Bron's headband
    The white American, hiding from the Aryan
    And I'm a slave to the W, I don't hang with losers
    I'm in the suburbs doin' drive-bys on Razor scooters
    It's my first try, swear I got a third eye
    It's work time, I sell the coke to students out in Irvine
    I'm indoors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith Lord
    We might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4
    Get high, fuck her with the Tech Deck
    Callin’ local middle schools and sendin’ in some death threats
    I love my powder white, prefer my bitches black
    I'm gettin' lit with Da$h, you don't see us in the back
    No longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million cash
    Oh yeah
    Let me off at the top
    We can keep ridin' for now
    Let me off at the top
    The road keeps windin' around
    Let me off at the top
    Oh, I'm high as the clouds
    Let me off at the top
    Hey motherfucker shut your motherfuckin' mouth!
    Yeah
  • It Just Doesn't MatterIt Just Doesn't Matter
    Jumping out the Camino
    Just left the gas station, smell like Hot Cheetos
    Recording soft-core on her TiVo
    Ma, the meatloaf!
    Breathe smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace Corps
    All she ever do is ask me what I eat meat for
    Hold up, pause, always over the quota
    Boss, wake up in Polo, sleep in Lacoste
    Travel across the world, but that didn't phase me
    Couple people that I know that happen to play me
    Once they start to realize that I'm actually crazy
    Shit, I'm actually crazy, um, and
    Q's phone gettin' blown up by Lyor Cohen
    Christian Dior, nothin’ I'm ownin’
    Go to Hawaii, fuck with Samoans
    Get faded and sleep in the ocean
    Just keep it in motion
    I'm rollin’, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rollin’
    Keep it in motion, I'm rollin’, yeah
    And your bitch wearing elbow pads
    Sell her pussy over Melrose Ave
    I've been to hell and back tryna get attached to my better half
    Never that, the smile’s so gone, so bring the coke on
    I'm higher than Voltron with a bunch of gold on
    Caucasians still love me like my name was Michael Bolton
    Hold on, do you fuckin' dirty like the soap gone
    Froze on, it's bone chilling, colder than the Pope's secrets
    Older than Capone's demons, comin’ from a place where there was no Jesus
    Walking behemoth, I increase the feces
    'Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killed
    Buggin' out, had it all
    I'm nothing now, I just gave it away
    Fuck a label, Cain and Abel, put a name to a face
    Um, yeah
    I bust your speakers with some bullshit rap
    I'm on drugs, all my new shit wack
    Remember that
    I ain't shit but a fraud
    But everyone I know ain't nothin’ to God
    But everyone I know ain't nothin’ to God
  • TherapyTherapy
    Just so Pittsburgh, man
    Said, how's it feel?
    Can you tell me how it feel?
    Now it's real
    So can you tell me how you feel?
    Can you tell me how it feel?
    Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
    How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
    How's it feel?
    So can you tell me how's it feel?
    Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
    How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
    Yeah
    Said, baby, what you doin' tonight?
    We could watch the world, get ruined tonight, livin' this life
    Got you flexin', feelin' colder than ice
    Let it melt as we follow all the stupid advice
    And I don't usually like to be this honest witchu, I must have lost the picture
    Gimme a box of Swishers, room full of obnoxious bitches
    Why you lyin' to me?
    Just grab your ladies, that Mercedes all kinds of roomy
    And when the times are gloomy, hit me up
    I could make you feel like that perfect girl you wish you was
    Givin' you that feelin' like when Christmas come
    I just take all of my problems, throw 'em in the blunt
    Light 'em up and watch 'em float away, ayy
    Watch 'em float
    I can take you anywhere that you wanna go
    Can you dream?
    Can you tell me how's it feel?
    How's it feel?
    How's it feel?
    Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
    How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
    How's it feel?
    Can you tell me how it feel?
    How's it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
    Okay, said
    I'm back on these rap songs, feelin’ they're never gonna last long
    Got a shortcut, baby? I'll pass on it
    My dick, throw your ass on it
    Pass the time, ask for my alibi, tryna tell you I need that
    Just relax
    Put that money in my motherfuckin' hand
    Take another pull, goddamn
    Ain't part of the plan, like a car in a van
    I'm rollin', I'm feelin' good, I'm golden
    My man, let me just do my dance
    'Cause, motherfucker, this my jam
    Said this my jam, this my
    How many times you 'bout to let them opportunities pass you by?
    I used to be a pretty passive guy, since before I was a goddamn mastermind
    That castle of mine, I came up in half the time as these lame fucks
    You can't rush that greatness, that mansion where my maid lives
    Like whoa
    Watch 'em float
    I can take you anywhere that you wanna go
    Can you dream?
    Can you tell me how's it feel?
    How's it feel?
    Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
    How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
    How's it feel?
    Can you tell me how it feel?
    How's it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
  • Polo JeansPolo Jeans
    I give no fucks when I go nuts
    'Cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa, dead
    Woke up from a coma
    Poured up with a soda, smoked, went back to bed
    Never thought I'd be such a loner
    I tell my bitch that I fuckin' own her
    My neighbor's daughter just got a dog
    I'ma run it over, I'm a fuckin' soldier
    So cold, bruh, fuck pneumonia
    All my bitches got love for Sosa
    I just wanna fuck Rosa Acosta
    Then disappear in Southern California
    Strung out 'til the night, I'm chillin'
    Everybody worried that the lights might kill 'em
    Feel ya sight slippin'
    Long lines of those white women
    I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows
    Just went through a half ounce of coke
    Blood pourin' all out my nose
    Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem
    I'm fuckin' highly publicized
    When the sun go down, I come alive
    'Cause the guns go off in the summertime
    The guns go off in the summertime, blaow
    This another motherfuckin' rap song
    Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
    Spent all my cash on a broken dream
    Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
    All I got's this mansion and this potpourri
    But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
    Don’t I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
    Whoa
    This another motherfuckin' rap song
    Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
    Spent all my cash on a broken dream
    Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
    All I got's this mansion and this potpourri
    But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
    Don’t I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
    Whoa
  • Happy BirthdayHappy Birthday
    There's a birthday party happening upstairs (where?)
    And it's all for me, who the fuck cares? (fuck it)
    They won’t notice if I never go and show my face (face)
    They just looking for a reason they can celebrate (that’s okay)
    I hate to waste the vanilla cake that they made for me (tasty)
    I’ll tell the same stories, they pretend they never heard ‘em (boring)
    I'll just stay down here inside the studio (uh huh)
    Doing blow and paraphrasing The Crucible (witch!)
    If you fucking with the God, that's a funeral (kill ‘em)
    Lose your soul, I’m witcha longer than your student loans (woah)
    Who got the ecstasy pills? I need a few to roll (raw)
    I'm a real drug addict, homie, you should know
    Somebody please tell Jimmy to put the pistol down (stop man, please!)
    He's serious this time, he's gonna kill me now
    He'll regret it when I hit the ground (what did I do?)
    For now, everybody gather round
    It's happy birthday (woo)
    It's a birthday party (yeah)
    Yeah, happy birthday (sing me a motherfucking song)
    It's your birthday party (sing me a motherfucking song)
    Yeah, happy birthday (yeah)
    It's your birthday party (come on)
    Happy birthday (come on, come on)
    Yeah, happy birthday (come on, come on)
    Yeah, okay
    Happy birthday (thanks)
    How the fuck you feel? (good)
    Do you ever sit and wonder what is real? (huh?)
    Do you ever reach to touch her but there's nothing there? (there)
    Do you tell her that you love her but she doesn't care? (care)
    Does she tell you that you hurt her and you're unaware? (no)
    Did you hear about a heaven, now you running there? (go)
    Do you think about the fantasy and make-believe? (okay)
    Do you cover up your eyes, you can't wait to see? (look)
    Lately, I've been having strange dreams (uh huh)
    Paranoid they hate me, everybody think I'm crazy
    Baby, can you take me somewhere where the sky blue? (uh huh)
    You can lead the way, I promise I'll be right behind you (let's go, let's go, let's go)
    I do see myself as iconic (yah)
    Getting high my downfall, it's kinda ironic
    Like a condom they on it (woah)
    Got 'em in my pocket (woah)
    No time to worry, hurry up and light the candles everybody
    Happy birthday (woo)
    It's a birthday party (sing me a motherfucking song)
    Yeah, happy birthday (sing me a motherfucking song)
    It's your birthday party (everybody sing along)
    Yeah, happy birthday (sing me a motherfucking song)
    It's your birthday party (everybody sing along, come on)
    Happy birthday (come on)
    Yeah, happy birthday (come on, come on, come on, come on)
    Happy birthday to you
    To you
  • WeddingWedding
    Yeah
    My bitch can tell that I'm addicted to pussy, she looking past it
    The smile that she faking is tragic, hate lookin’ at it
    That magic I try to grasp it, she's had it with the dramatics
    Fantasize of love, so classic
    Attracted to what she got up in her attic
    Can we mind fuck?
    Do I lie when I look inside her eyes? Hush, don't say a word
    I know I make you hurt
    Sorry is my favorite word
    I don't deserve your trust, but can we make it work?
    I hate to end the story, can we wait until the morning to decide on it?
    Spend this time pretendin’ it was that first summer
    We was pure lovers
    She was used to being hurt
    I took that curse from her
    Sometimes I wonder what it's all for
    You wish that I would call more
    You're sick of seeing condoms in my sock drawer
    Love turns to war so quickly
    I envisioned us married and 50
    Couple of kids that we drop off at Little League
    I'm addicted to you, you only want the best, I need to listen to you
    I'm fuckin’ other girls, wishin’ it's you
    Fuck the bullshit, we in love
    I'm a mess, but can you clean me up?
    Girl, I'm the worst, yeah
    I know that I'm the worst, yeah
    But you're something I can't lose
    Let me just tell you the truth
    That'd be a first, yeah
    Girl, I'm the worst, yeah,
    I know that I'm the worst
    Don't know what I gotta do
    Just love you so much that it hurts
    Yeah, um
    And I see you falling victim to the thirst
    All the sins you committed, you could probably use a couple minutes in church
    But, for what it's worth, I think you're perfect
    There's an angel hiding underneath your surface
    Yeah, the woman of my dreams
    I'm looking at her sleep
    The pussy right in front of me
    I shouldn't be so weak
    What did I do to deserve a love like this?
    You see her shining? That's my sunlight, bitch
    I'm sick of fighting, that smile is so inviting
    I see you every time I'm writing
    I'm losing to all my vices, they kickin’ my ass
    I hold on to this feeling, I wish it would last
    Don't wanna lose you for some evil I did in the past
    You knew I fucked that bitch and you didn't react?
    Girl, it's me and you, how simple is that?
    Gave me all your love, now I'm giving it back
    But I know that
    Girl, you the worst, yeah
    You know that you the worst
    But I'm something you can't lose
    If you just told me the truth that'd be a first, but
    Girl, you the worst, yeah
    You know that you the worst
    Every time you say you sorry, everything you do just feel like it's rehearsed
  • FuneralFuneral
    Yeah
    Can you turn up my headphones?
    Yeah
    This music go with my funeral
    Music go with my funeral
    Said I was raised inside this gritty city
    Ridin' through, you probably miss me
    My bicycle fell, I hit the road, the mailman almost hit me
    All these sins were more than shitty, I just pray the Lord forgive me
    Doin' drugs is just a war with boredom but they sure to get me
    My side bitch is sort of pretty, but she got enormous titties
    Know I'm worth a fortune, she just want a brand new Porsche or Bentley
    Had a few abortions, unfortunately, I forced them
    Lord knows I'll turn a child to an orphan when I'm tourin'
    I'm more than what I think of myself
    I really have to be
    Sit at home and drink by myself
    My thoughts harassin' me
    Actually, as a matter of fact, she ain't gettin' back to me
    A shame that my tragedy my masterpiece, yeah
    Trapped inside these dreams of mine
    Just tryna get some peace of mind, yeah
    I've been trapped inside these dreams of mine
    So you'll never get a piece of mine
    This the last day of my life
    Party like it's the last day of your life
    This the motherfuckin' last day of my life
    Party like it's the last day of your life
    See, we swallowed in this web of lies
    Never try to exercise
    You used to be a fantasy but now I guess it's televised
    I heard the legends never die, oh, this lonely hell of mine
    There never was a better time to better myself
    Forever I melt and float away like waves in the ocean
    Starin' inside of heaven's eyes, the gates will never open
    I'm smokin' on this field of hope, waitin' 'til my deal gets closed
    I keep gettin' hotter but all I seem to feel is cold
    Twenty-two don't feel so old, but I think I'm eighty-two
    You mean to tell me God took seven days and all he made was you?
    I'm out here with the kangaroos
    Makin' danger, break the rules
    Celebrate my date of birth with acid
    Get the days confused
    Happiness I take from you, searchin' for the naked truth
    I'm not awake
    I'm in a lake, I'll swim away with you
    Bitch, check out the butterfly
    If you the truth, then what the fuck am I?
    Yeah
    This the last day of my life
    Party like it's the last day of your life
    This the motherfuckin' last day of my life
    Party like it's the last day of your life
    Said, where are you goin'?
    Where are you headed?
    Where are you goin'?
    Can I come?
    Can I come?
  • DiabloDiablo
    Yeah
    Rap diablo
    Yeah
    It's the rap diablo, macho when I drop flows
    Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo
    Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mono
    Rappin' head honcho, rockin’ shows like I was Bono
    I go play a couple keys on the piano
    The industry a lie, all the promises were hollow
    Follow me I could show you where we bes at
    How'd I get my g-pass? None of your fuckin' beeswax
    These raps bring a joint together like a kneecap
    Fuck the little 8 balls, show me where the keys at
    The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish 'em
    Tryna find a balance, reachin' from my equilibrium
    Fools I pity 'em, I'm not a human
    I'm amphibian, fake superhero like the Mystery Men
    I ain't saving nothin'
    I'm gettin' faded 'til the angels comin', skippin' all the famous functions
    How do the famous function? The A-list can't be trusted
    I strong-arm 'em like I play the trumpet
    The bottom barrel of society
    I tell my bitch if she don't love me then just lie to me, I'm finer than the winery
    Take it from the rich, this is piracy
    Finally, I don't even need my fucking eyes to see
    Come and die with me
    'Cause everybody got dead homies
    Said everybody got dead homies
    Yeah, said everybody got dead homies
    Said everybody got dead homies
    Yeah, um
    Okay, my mind is Yoda, I'm on Ayatollah
    These other rappers just a diet soda
    I find Jehovah in the darkest places, empty as apartment basements
    This a marathon gentlemen, go 'head and start the races
    Save the coffin spaces
    You'll come up missin', tell your bitch that you been trippin', now you on vacation
    Rappin' like it's automated, lights I keep 'em on like Vegas
    Lava makin', so hot I'm turning hog to bacon
    Only God can save him, I heard the monsters made him
    I ain't a star, I'm way farther with the constellations
    Contemplatin' suicide like it's a DVD
    Lost inside my mind, it's a prison, homie, leave me be
    You could see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks
    Bitch, I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke
    Gordon Bombay in these streets, ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete
    Been a beast, every word I spit rewritin' history
    Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me
    Run into the underworld with guns and set the sinners free
    No bitches in my circle
    I'm the show, you the commercial
    I been poppin' like a kernel, readin' Justin Bieber's journal
    Treat you like a urinal
    'Cause everybody got dead homies
    Said everybody got dead homies
    Yeah, said everybody got dead homies
    Said everybody got dead homies
  • Ave MariaAve Maria
    Yeah
    And I can't feel my legs, I'm a paraplegic
    Lord, I want a fair one with my demons
    Karen Meyers became married to Jesus
    Born dead, they had to dig up my fetus
    And now the devil want to tear me to pieces
    I'm a diagnosed insomniac
    An astronaut who blasted off into the stars galactic
    On top of Saturn, fox-trotting with Velociraptors
    The dino aliens invaded Earth so they could feed on hypochondriacs
    Preparing for the rapture, closet hillbilly threw the spinners on the tractor
    I listen to Uncle Kracker
    But, that's white America for you
    We all that matters
    I'm walkin’ backwards, shadowboxin’ with karate masters
    It's more to rap, we sell the royal crack at Castle Rock
    A bad apple like an unemployed Macintosh
    We lost Jobs
    Now they brainwashed with dot com
    It's only so long until we surrender the free world to Hong Kong
    And sinners stay still, but the merry go round, and round
    It all just keeps spinnin’
    Gotta keep swimmin’
    Eat drink and let the merry go round
    Eat drink and let the merry go round
    Yeah
    I got a double-sided silver dollar
    Larry Fish here from midget league, beginner slaughter
    I'm not drowning, I'm waitin’ in the water
    Killin’ off these monsters ever since I was a Sabra
    I got horses on my PJs
    Shout to spitta jet life, I fit the Porsches on the PJs
    On stage, sending dark forces to my DJ
    The birdies on tour like PGA
    Davis Love III, Pittsburgh warrior
    Bullets in my cornea
    In excelsis Deo, ayo, this is Gloria
    Ave Maria
    I'm getting bread, yeast rise on Easter
    Money is god
    Black bitches with jungle fever I love to be on
    You on the b-team, I fuck with Solange
    All my life they said I doesn't belong
    So I'm chillin’, growing drugs on my lawn
    And sinners stay still, but the merry go round, and round
    It all just keeps spinnin’
    Gotta keep swimmin’
    Eat drink and let the merry go round
    Eat drink and let the merry go round
    Yeah, what what
    Have you found a way out?
    Have you found a way out?
    Vacation in Slovakia, celebrating Mardi Gras
    Eating baklava and lobster claw at the Ramada
    With a mafia of immigrants
    Finna take 'em on a pilgrimage
    Have you found a way out?
  • 5 55 5
  • San FranciscoSan Francisco
    Yeah
    Welcome to the dark side of my bizarre mind
    I'm trapped inside of this amusement park ride
    There's an atom bomb inside my hard drive
    I'm holdin' the apocalypse
    Let's take a ride and get lost in this metropolis
    Just realized that I'm an idiot
    Wearin' my disguise, my real face is fuckin' hideous
    My pretty bitch watchin' Insidious with her pussy out
    Aw, sookie-sookie now
    Rapper terrorist, rarer than good parents is
    Puttin' hard drugs inside of all your babies’ carriages
    Arrogance, throwin' cherry bombs where the sheriff lives
    Just because that shit's hilarious
    And I inherited the thirst for self-destruction and I'm scared of it
    I wanna be buried with a novel and a chariot
    I'm a bigger illusion than good marriages
    Or what it means to be American
    Whoa
    I took acid in San Francisco
    Stripped butt naked, caused a panic at the disco
    Fell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip show
    I gotta stop thinkin' with my dick hole
    I took acid in San Francisco
    Stripped butt naked, caused a panic at the disco
    Fell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip show
    A genius still thinkin' with his dick bone
    Out in Wichita, Kansas, smokin' meth with all the locals
    Askin' them to teach me how to yodel
    Suppose I'll die alone from an overdose of some sort
    In a motel while some whore I’m fuckin’ runnin' to the drug store
    I hacked into the motherboard, argued on a public forum
    Uploaded a virus to the network, then unplugged the cord
    The laws are not important
    If you scared, lock your door then
    Okay, I always feel like a foreigner
    Morphin' into some sort of sorcerer
    I'm Yuri's brother if it's Lord of War
    What would I be normal for?
    I'm goin' door-to-door shootin' pornos with a good script
    I took acid in San Francisco
    Stripped butt naked, caused a panic at the disco
    Fell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip show
    I gotta stop thinkin' with my dick hole
    I took acid in San Francisco
    Stripped butt naked, caused a panic at the disco
    Fell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip show
    A genius still thinkin' with his dick bone
  • Colors And ShapesColors And Shapes
    If it was colors and shapes, the imaginary
    'Stead of all of this weight that we have to carry
    Would you be able to breathe?
    And if you could just find where that comfort resides
    No distraction or movement that fucks wit' your mind
    Would you let them see?
    While beneath the ocean, I met with the captain
    Who sank to the floor on his ship
    All of his passengers escaped to safety
    But he was not done with his trip
    He looked up and smiled, asked me, "How do you do?''
    I told him, "I'm losin' my grip"
    He told me, ''Son, if you want to hold onto yourself then let yourself slip''
    Fall, oh
    Fall, oh
    Fall
    Oh, it feels good to fall
    Oh, oh, oh
    These puzzles are so hard to make into pictures
    Of something that they'll understand
    They could open their eyes, still be blind to the beauty
    But march on the heart of this land, oh oh
    Why don't you turn around and go home?
    They invade your minds and then fill them with nonsense
    These things that a man doesn't need
    Take out the love and the passion and hope
    And they fill it with nothing but greed
    While floating through galaxies, they said I couldn't
    I noticed how sad one can get
    'Cause the ignorant mind is so peaceful, I find
    I can't understand nothing no more
    If I jump, let me
    Fall, oh
    If I jump, let me fall, oh
    Fall
    Oh, it feels good to fall
    Oh, oh, oh
  • InsomniakInsomniak
    I'm the muhfuckin' greatest, y'all don't know that yet
    I don't need your money, you can hold that check
    At the crib in some Polo sweats
    I don't need a ho, that's what the hoes don't get, whoa
    I'm on my worst behavior
    Bad side piece with the Persian flavor
    Muhfuckers never loved us
    Comin' for your money, muhfucker don't trust us
    You ain't shit
    Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brick
    I don't want nothin' with your doo-doo clique
    Treat her like a dog how I do that bitch
    Done doin' promo
    And it's still motherfuckin' Most Dope
    Made a couple million off a brand
    Muhfucker, we ain't even got a logo
    Bitch, you better have my money (must be feelin' myself)
    I don't see anybody but me (plan on killin' myself)
    Keepin' shit too real (keepin' shit too real)
    See a muhfucker like me gettin' money (how does it feel?)
    Already been but I'm back for more
    Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for
    Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for
    Don't sleep!
    I'm an insomniac, a muhfuckin' insomniac (look bitch, don’t try and speak around me)
    I'm an insomniac, a muhfuckin' insomniac (bitch I don't speak French, look bitch, don't try and speak around me)
    I'm an insomniac, a muhfuckin' insomniac (oh, hello Q)
    Said I'm a maniac, crazy, act insane
    Think I might need a cage in fact
    Chain reactions happen when I make a pact
    A psycho, God made me that
    'Cause I fade to black
    I gets down like a plane attack
    You muhfuckers just made me laugh
    Ha ha, goddamnit, this ain’t a drill, do not panic
    Let me see how loud you scream
    I'm off the map, muhfuckas start lookin'
    But they're never gonna see where I be
    She only speak French
    Said "Bitch look, don't try and speak around me"
    And I don't sleep at all
    If you on that bullshit, I ain't gonna be involved
    Shit, I could make a million puttin' my lyrics on a tee
    Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter, Gretzky
    Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't test me
    Don't flex if you ain't got shit on me
    And, you ain't got shit on me, come get it
    Jar full of fresh white snow, bag full of unleaded
    I don't get enough credit
    Don't sleep
    Said I'm an insomniac, a muhfuckin' insomniac (look bitch, don’t try and speak around me)
    I'm an insomniac, a muhfuckin' insomniac (bitch I don't speak French, look bitch, don't try and speak around me)
    I'm an insomniac, a muhfuckin' insomniac
    I'm an insomniac, a muhfuckin' insomniac
  • UberUber
    Yeah
    Um, who put the spiders in my applesauce?
    Took the pins out my hand grenade?
    Somebody said that I deserve to die
    I looked him in the eye, said the devil's not circumcised
    Who put spiders in my applesauce?
    Took the pins out my hand grenade?
    Somebody tell me I deserve to die
    I looked him in the eye and said the devil not circumcised
    So play me a song on the guitar
    Got a rainforest in my cigar
    There's knots in my yo-yo string
    Put a crown on my stallion, I'm the Polo king
    I fell in love with a go-go dancer, she a single mom
    The underdog, like to play the game with Diddy Kong
    She the god type, throw that bitch a Klondike
    Everything is alright, see it's written in the Psalms
    I told her I get rich off my little songs
    Gave her a million reasons that she should come along
    Immediately, she dropped her shit
    But everywhere I go, they told me, "Watch yo bitch!"
    God damn, I guess I got another one
    Good vibrations, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch
    I put the gourmet flavors inside the honey blunt
    Got my head underwater but I ain't comin' up
    Fuck air, my bitch ass is like a plump pear
    And she ain't pretty or ugly, I say she just fair
    Man, this life is unfair
    Okay, I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to lose
    And I'ma do this 'til I'm 102
    Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?
    I said I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to do
    And I'ma do this 'til I'm 102
    Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?
    Stuntin’ in a Uber
    I'm readin' old Playboy magazines
    Somethin' from the '50s when the journalism had its peak
    You play the background, you just a member of the faculty
    I'm actually out here decision makin'
    Had to get my shit together, I was missin' payments
    I just pray to God that my lady isn't famous
    She threw the gown on and we hit the banquet
    She got her own story, just let the bitch explain it
    Okay, I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to lose
    And I'ma do this 'til I'm 102
    Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?
    I said I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to do
    And I'ma do this 'til I'm 102
    Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?
    Stuntin’ in a Uber
  • RainRain
    Yeah, oh-woah-oh
    Oh-woah-oh-oh
    I spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured Kobe
    The holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakleys
    That's a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close
    Sober, I can't deal, I'm in the corner with my head low
    Runnin' from my shadow, never ending chase
    Ease the pain and the battle that's within me
    Sniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depression
    My temple feel the metal comin' out the Smith & Wesson, bang
    Say a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floor
    My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more
    Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord
    This the shit I need to keep the climate warm
    Wish I could get high, the space migration
    Pretend I can just fly to great vibrations
    The magazines need a quote
    When I'm gone, sorry, I don't leave a note, yo
    Woah-oh-oh-oh, yeah
    And this pain, and this pain
    And this pain, and this pain
    Mixed up with this rain, this rain
    This rain, this rain, woah-woah-woah
    Yeah, oh-woah-oh, yeah
    9th Wonder
  • ApparitionApparition
    I've been rappin' since the apparition
    God was gonna kill me and I'm glad he didn't
    Might have made a bad decision
    He just left me with an ocean and a bad religion
    While Mary Magdalene laughin', smokin' a pack of Winstons
    Up on a church hill, acid trippin' with older men
    As they tell her stories, she's seducin' 'em
    But she only usin' 'em
    My studio is filled with spirits
    And every single lyric dedicated to my dearest friends
    Yeah, and Lord knows how we hate the questions
    So back and forth, exchange faces over why I'm playin' table tennis at dinner
    I end up so bitter when I lose
    Defeat hurts, I got scissors in my shoes
    And I'm dancin'
    Never got the steps right
    Loose, I never slept tight
    But I'ma keep dancin'
    Yeah
    I did a cannonball off the deep end, my boat was comin' to America
    Pouch of fairy dust and a little poodle terrier
    A silver Derringer, a smile for the camera (take a picture)
    Split your line up like James Farrior
    I've always been a cowboy, they need me like the cancer cure
    Weed loud as crowd noise, we just let the amber burn
    Wiffle Balls a child's toys, ain't fuckin' with amateurs
    I'm Ken Griffey on the Mariners
    Okay, I'm way beyond the boundaries
    Outside of parameters
    The rap chancellor, jacket made of camel fur
    And Clockwork got every single answer 'cept time
    I've experienced every feelin' except fine
    I'm line dancin' again
  • ThumbalinaThumbalina
    He's on drugs again
    My neighbors yellin', I don't give a fuck again
    And I swear to God if the cops come again
    I'ma open up this door, get to rumblin'
    Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin'
    My dick, your mouth, no discussion, yeah
    It's all happenin', I must be imaginin'
    Take a hit, time travelin'
    Turn up the mothafuckin' volume
    Yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm ‘bout to bust like the condom)
    And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume? (that disguise make your body look awful)
    Let me see them nipples, baby
    Ooh (what's happenin' man)
    Don't give it all up, just a little, baby
    Ooh (what's happenin' here)
    I'm just tryna free your mind (free your, free your mind)
    'Cause all you see is dollar signs (blinded by the streets)
    Line-crosser, real-life flyin' saucer
    Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture
    Young prodigy, I'ma eat lobster
    Pull Spanish bitches but I speak nada
    And she got a need to roll the weed all up
    You ain't got a chance when it's me on ya (shit)
    I'm a muhfuckin' legend, girl
    Leave that pussy kilt, bitches out in Edinboro
    Turn up the mothafuckin' volume (I’m ‘bout to bust like the condom)
    And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume? (that disguise make your body look awful)
    Leave that pussy crippled, baby
    Ooh (what's happenin' man)
    Let me slide right down the middle, baby
    Ooh, where the fuck my Thumbalina?
    Has anybody seen her? (Face)
    She blinded by the streets
    Ooh
  • New Faces v2New Faces v2
    I could drown you with a shallow soul
    Shallow soul, shallow soul
    You are drinkin' from a shallow soul
    Shallow soul, shallow soul
    Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian
    Just look at the state he's in
    The most critically-acclaimed, slang contortionist that ain't suckin' corporate dick
    Said it with my balls in grip
    Other hand got a cork to hit
    All this Ralph be the sportsmanship
    Walked in and said I needed all the chips
    As well as the one on my shoulder
    Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor
    Cops still lockin' n****s up for quotas
    Brain still numb from the shit in the soda so a generation lost
    Facin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft
    Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
    And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
    You ain't Superman when that cape is off
    Just Clark, n****, sittin' in his high-rise
    Tryna see the bright side of life
    And a n**** just keep comin' back with a dark picture
    It's like hard liquor, and see
    People are books, so you judge a muhfucka by the first page
    And a bitch by the back cover
    The crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered
    Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage
    They said my shit was so insane
    It was like Cobain did his last number
    Motherfucker
    I could drown you with a shallow soul
    Shallow soul, shallow soul
    You are drinkin' from a shallow soul
    Shallow soul, shallow soul
    Yeah, well
    Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs
    He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now
    Shit was supposed to get me high
    Why the fuck I wanna die now?
    And I’m strung out on this dusty couch
    In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, "Slow down, stop runnin' your mouth
    You holdin' my money, just shut up and count"
    My right nostril hasn't worked in a week
    Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a sheik
    Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep
    Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street yellin'
    "Play my shit or wake the baby up”
    I get her faded, put it back in her labia
    All my life I've been afraid of powder
    All my life I've been afraid of power
    Where did all that go?
    The wrong decision always call my phone
    Last supper I was fuckin' with the Corleones
    I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone
    That can save me from the war I know
    Shout out to Soulo, and rest in peace Alori Joh
    The devil on the other side of this glory hole
    Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat
    'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road
    Whoa, look at all these new faces (I see, I see, I see)
    They comin' on a plane but they're leavin' their suitcases
    Been a criminal before scales were digital
    Used the put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics
    Hate myself, fuck the strangers
    But the raps are just way too flagrant
    So here I go (here I go)
    Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary
    I've never been religious but I feel like the scripture's got it all there
    It's not just gypsies and fairies
    This could be my last breath
    I'ma take my time (wait a second, please)
    'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in
    Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind
    You are standing in a shallow soul
    You are speaking with a shallow soul
    Shallow soul
    I could drown you with a shallow soul (tell me why I'm so lonely)
    Shallow soul, shallow soul
    You are drinking from a shallow soul (tell myself I'm free)
    Shallow soul, shallow soul
    You are standing in a shallow soul
  • Grand FinaleGrand Finale
    And if by chance this is my grand finale
    Then bury me in Allegheny County, it’s the
    The most hated, so faded that I'm bow-legged
    Don't bathe, gross gang, smell like old lo mein, shit
    The flow dangerous, make you wanna do the wave
    Throw your bitch right off your lap and start a standing ovation
    The most strangest, master of the ceremonies
    A fifth of Stoli then it’s only Cher and Moby karaoke
    My bitch a shooter, call her Annie Oakley
    Get you for a pair of Kobe's, just got out on probation
    And no famous friends for me, just old faces
    I only go places wasted like I'm Joe Namath
    Not a king, I'm no David
    Music, I'm a crackhead
    No hobbies or recreation, don't even know my address
    Self-medicate, self-education
    Rick Rubin showed me transcendental meditation
    Let us have a grand finale
    The world will be just fine without me
    The clown got a smile on his face
    Slow it down, we goin' out with a bang
    Are you ready for the fireworks?
    It was a silent night 'til the fireworks
    Yeah, okay, I
    I fear nothin' on this odyssey of dark roads
    God lives in my dog's soul, the devil in his dog bowl
    We are the prophets, Jesus was a poor sport
    He booted Nostradamus, turned water into wine
    But he loved the gin and tonic, had skeletons in his closet
    Even God will one day be forgotten
    And recently I been feelin', I been feelin' like
    It'd be really nice to get to sit with Mickey Weiss
    Shoot the shit 'bout life, he'd be pissed I'm sniffin' white
    Never got to see me grow up, how long it take to live a life?
    I'm a bit surprised that I'm even still alive
    Mixin' uppers and downers practically suicide
    My Old Jewish mind, Remember music, you'll be fine
    And I make my own beats now, if you behind
    Hallucinations how I use my mind
    Who am I?
    Let us have a grand finale
    The world will be just fine without me
    The clown got a smile on his face
    It’s goin’ down, we goin' out with a bang
    Are you ready for the fireworks?
    It was a silent night 'til the fireworks
  • Yeah (bonus)Yeah (bonus)
    When will we die?
    This life isn’t fair
    I miss the high
    I live a lie
    Then one day we’ll die
    No one will care
    Take me inside
    I’ll meet you there
    Am I alive? (Yeah)
    Am I aware? (Yeah)
    Do you get high? (Yeah)
    Are we prepared? (Yeah)
    Then one day we’ll die (Yeah)
    No one will care (Yeah)
    Do you get high? (Yeah)
    We will survive (Yeah)
    Who do you think you are, young man, young man?
    Man, I think you went too far
    You can’t stop the dance
    Don’t ever let them stop the dance, yeah
    Are we all numb?
    Where are we going?
    What have we become?
    It all keeps on rolling
    A little bit of light lets the hope grow
    A lot goes on that they don’t know
    Just give me a sign, just show me something
    Is it my time?
    Can I stop running?
    Lost in the night and it’s so cold
    Forget the things that we don’t know
    I made my peace, can I go home?
    Am I alive? (Yeah)
    Am I aware? (Yeah)
    Do you get high? (Yeah)
    Are we prepared? (Yeah)
    Then one day we’ll die (Yeah)
    No one will care (Yeah)
    Do you get high? (Yeah)
    We will survive (Yeah)
    To the girl named Danger
    So good to see you
    Don’t be a stranger
    It’s clear I need you
    The angels will fall not a saint after all
    Back to the wall, let me free you
    Protect me from evil, give me a reason
    Where are the good people?
    Give us our freedom
    Where are the dreamers?
    Can you show me the dreamers?
    And we are the creatures, prophets and teachers
    We are believers lost in amnesia
    Will you let me fade away?
    I wanna fade away
    Am I alive? (Yeah)
    Am I aware? (Yeah)
    Do you get high? (Yeah)
    Are we prepared? (Yeah)
    Then one day we’ll die (Yeah)
    No one will care (Yeah)
    Do you get high? (Yeah)
    We will survive (Yeah)
    Amen