What up?
Hey, what's up, man?
Just sitting around and I'm gonna be 32 years old tomorrow
And I feel half completely alive and half completely dead
Me and my best friends cruising down West End Street
Hiding from cops and driving circles 'round the block all week
All of my friends died out on West End Street
They say we're born to die young
But we're just trying to live in peace
So maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks
Shangri-La dealers at the bus stop
And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk
So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up
'Cause karma's just a different word for bad luck
And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
Then we better run
Then we better run
Then we better run
Then we better run
All of our friends went crazy on LSD
Sailing their cars through the big bright city streets
And everyone who knows our name
Says that we ain't ever gonna change
They say we're born to die young
But we're trying to find a better way
They say we're born to die young
But we're trying to find a better way
Maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks
Shangri-La dealers at the bus stop
And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk
So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up
'Cause karma's just a different word for bad luck
And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
Then we better run
Then we better run
Then we better run
Then we better run
Maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks
Shangri-La dealers at the bus stop
And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk
So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up
'Cause karma's just a different word for bad luck
And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
Then we better run
Then we better run
Then we better run
Half completely alive and half completely dead