not an option We have our seats and trays upright like it matters We have our seats and trays upright like it matters What solid gold we are And for a
matter if my plane crash, burn, turn to ash I'm in this with you! You took a chance on me when they told you not to Not to (x3) When my plane start
see his brand new suit but I can't see the man He's here to cover up his so-called economic plan But his voice dwindles to nothing, he strikes up the
a jinx Then be fixed to be fly Submit crossing up and downtown action And when he sticky keeper grip and move with traction Keep mad alibis, a plan to
You lift me up right here, right now In a midnight talk, in a morning kiss When I'm in your arms, that's where it is When I'm tangled up and can't resist
a token of your flirtation Nothing more than a description You're just a guy, just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe Wake up
me crash this train said god if you can hear me crash this train. To the mothers and the fathers who done the best they could. Raisin youngins in a messed up
lift me up right here, right now In a midnight talk, in a morning kiss, When I'm in your arms, that's where it is, When we're tangled up and can't resist
you ever seen the President who killed your wounded child? Or the man that crashed your sisters plane claiming he was sent of god? And when she died in your arms
living never giving a shit cause we living in it in South suicide Queens where niggaz act up nigga back up official nas-throw your fucking gats up its
