[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, I'll give it back when we done 
 
[Verse 1: XV] 
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 sock is green 
Proud like I've reached the clouds, fall of a beam 
Dreams all lucid, films on Lucas, sound on surround and the crowd on stupid 
Who that chick Dion, that's Dion on clueless 
You suck around the money, sittin' in a? 
 
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? 
 
[Hook] 
 
[Verse 2: XV] 
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 
Cut em I'm slack the same cats that knock the rap 
I'm overly optimistic, maybe a dreamchaser 
After some things that I've see on screensaver 
Turn a lion's 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 
 
[Hook] 
 
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 
But fuck it man, we want everything 
 
Uh-huh, we want everything 
Uh-huh, we want everything 
 
[Hook x2] |