[Hook] Not everybody lives, but everybody dies So while a nigga here, I’m shooting for the sky Landing on the moon, walking on the sun Taking over the game, give it back when we done
Not everybody lives, but everybody dies So while a nigga here, I’m shooting for the sky Landing on the moon, walking on the sun Taking over the game, give it back when we done
[XV - Verse 1] Uh! 10 Thousand hands in the air, have you ever seen Work 9 to 5 or 5 to 9, do you ever dream? They in the red, but my stock is green Proud like I’ve reached the clouds, all of a bean Dreams all lucid, films on Lucas Sound on surround and the crowd on stupid Who that chick Dion, that’s Dionne on Clueless You circlin' around the money, sittin’ in a cubicle Feel the dreams, They said I’m too corny Funny I got they ears all on me Fears all gone and my peers all wrong So keep your 2 cents and every phrase y’all coin me That’s just common sense, all the hate I honored it I don’t leap, I Quantum it I don’t answer it, I problem it I just drop shit, while they ask what a colonic is Pinky, you know what I’m pondering?
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[XV - Verse 2] They said I smiled too much to be a-hole And these girls is too much for me to take home Bad as Beyonce, could be a fiance But she way too horny to have a halo And these niggas ain’t on me like I’m a J.Cole More work for me, just more persons to see That one day that kid out of Kansas could be a Jay Hov Cuttin em slack the same cats that knock the rap I’m overly optimistic, maybe a dreamchaser After some things that I’ve seen on screensaver Turn a lions' den into a king’s lair No wonder they say “Vizzy where you’ve been player” Where the wild things are, where the kids wear crowns When we don’t eat supper, we just tear that bitch down Said we was crowned, but we far from the ground Crossed all our T’s dotted I’s
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Hands in the air we reaching for something, believing in nothing But fuck it man, we want everything
Uh-huh, we want everything Uh-huh, we want everything
Hands in the air we reaching for something, believing in nothing