Headed downtownwith an LA crowdTo unbelievers
let me teach youJust how we get downFirst we glow upthen we show upand we make our roundsNo need to boast
I know you know usSaw you peep our style

IconicDon’t keep it secretGotta flaunt itWatch me I’ll show you how
I own itFirst you heard itNow you know itI can’t just tellI gotta show itSo high I can’t come down(Whoa whoa)Watch me I’ll show you how
I’m on itFirst I saw itNow I’ve got itIf I don’t have itYou don’t want itMy feet don’t touch the ground(Whoa whoa)Come close I’ll show you how
SoHo boundwith a London crowdHey believersI can teach yaJust how we get ‘roundFirst we glow upThen we show upThen we take our bowsNever a ’no”I know you know usSaw you peep our style
Let me say it so you understandJust let me say it so you understand

Come close I’ll show you howCome close I’ll show you how

Hold on hope

When you don’t call
Wake up, and wait for vision
Search for light, in darkened rooms

Let me see, all the figures behind me
Courage low, and faint of heart

I can feel it, I can feel it
And now i see it, and now i see it’s right
You gotta go away to come back home
To stop holding on, to stop holding on,

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
To be certain of alone, feel so alone

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,

Wake up To make The decision

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue
And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling
And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right
To come back home,

To be holding on, to be holding on,

to be holding on, to be holding on
And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up
What it feels to be alone