Everytime I walking the hood and listen to music And thing about you.... Bow now I ain't got that feel when I was used it And this world without you....
Rented rose-colored glasses, I see a bunch of press And they want to know what's happening to me I loose myself became closed But I continue to breathe, I find the strength to You look at me and I as if nothing had happened And now I just want to take You by the hand and lead her to the lost world without you You hold to the live You bro for me when I gonna die When they hit me locked That I getiing spot And I don't wanna lie to you For you I made it song And forgive me for what I do That's nothing get on I start to look You eyeball fire lord Fine but I'm fly around Fly around