On some nights you'll find me falling. I am formless, I am shapeless. And on some nights i am better left alone. You take it all in from some severed
on some nights you'll find me falling I am formless I am shapeless on some nights i'm better left alone you take it all in from some severed state of
my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm
of silly games And all the drama got me stressin like I'm hopeless, I can't cope Me and the homies smokin roaches, cause we broke Late night hangin out
boyfriend freaked out and left me. Maybe I should dress cool, go to one of them fancy nightclubs And find the man of my dreams Yeah, the man of my dreams
and secure Through the night I heard a noise, it was probably nothing It pulled me right out of a dream If I knew it was you I'd have jumped out of bed
boys, come on, let's walk. Is it over? One night she dreamed for you. One night, one chance for you. One day, one night She dreamed sweet dreams for
in the whole wide world. Then why do got hungry little boys, little girls? (Ahhh Ooohh) spent. In one man lies their dreams. Come clean, just come clean
feeling, woohoo, that tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good night That tonight's gonna be a good, good night A feeling, woohoo
I was in the cool group then I didn't have acne or hang out with Ben What if maybe my teeth were a bit straighter My nose was a bit smaller, Mum let me stay out
the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out
like you do Well baby don't do it to me and I won't do it to you You see all the romantic movies, you dream and take the boys home But when the action
will come true Mary Lou, that'd only serve to hurt and make you cry like you do You've seen all the romantic movies, you dream and take the boys home
eights and kiss their girls goodnight. Goodnight, it's alright, Jane Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame, We may find it out on the street
for a cheap hustle, But them boys are still on the corner loose and doin' that lazy E Street Shuffle, As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams