(K. Hain/J. Franzel). . Pull back the curtain. Open up the blind. Let the light on the window. I can't close for all this time. I wanted to forget the pain of falling.
Sometimes I get it wrong. But you help me get it right. Sometimes I'm in the dark. But you're there to hold the light. . Oh how you make me laugh. Oh how you've heard me cry.
yeah, ohhh baby, ohhh. . she lives a high life in the city. never a time in her life she had a 9-5. she has a penthouse in Manhattan. she's close to the sky so at times she believes she can fly.
To my niggas in the 212 and 310. Bitches in the 305 and 404. Niggas in the 713 and 201, 312, call 911. . It's Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop. Sticky Fingaz, licken off in hip-hop.
Standing still between these walls. Holding on to all that matters is now lost. I try to wipe these tears away. But the fight is much too constant these days.