you just got to work hard [CHORUS] I'm on flight 187 187 Departure from the hood Destination hell or heaven 187 187 Departure from the hood Destination hell or heaven
the champagne's always cold And the music is always good and the pretty girls Just happen to stop by in the hood And they hop their pretty ass up on
champagne's always cold And the music's always good And the pretty girls just happen to stop by in the hood And they hop their pretty ass up on the
of time Are on our side Put your hand in mine Let our fortunes ride We'll sail away On a wave of love Let the four winds blow From heaven above The
on crack time Shirley never knew what it was to be held in real love Together getting high to get to mess up their night Anything to get up so they're losing their
them to open the seed To see what goes on in the world Here in my mind Catch the wind and hold on tight To what we'll find And hear what goes on in
to realize heaven was close, when you missed it. I should break the silence today... but my words won't find their way. Read my mind. Can't you feel
fake Gods Faker than their tongue, strung out From the tongue out bring out fraudulence To the audience 'cause they are conveyors of pestilence Maintenance is heaven
Father, help Your children And don't let them fall by the side of the road And teach them to love one another That Heaven might find a place in their
sake of your own peace of mind Strobe lights beam, creates dreams Walls move, minds to do On a warm San Francisco night Old child young child feel alright On
sake of your own peace of mind Strobe lights beam creates dreams Walls move minds do too On a warm San Franciscan night Old child young child feel alright On
lovely face They're living it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (What a nice surprise) Bring your alibis" Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on
The earth will turn, the sun will rise in their eyes Visualize a perfect place Perfect space in your mind Visualize rainbows end, in golden skies I know Heaven
down on my brain That's why I got no mind I got no mind Got no mind Somebody burned down the picnic And somebody kissed their own ass by mistake And
I've been searching for days now I've found something I lost On a holy roller channel asking me what's the cost On a couch in a cold room Pouring salt
Yeah, come on, come on, come on This is my family, this is my family, my family Mo Thug music, Mo Thug music Sing, sing, sing, sing along, sing along