Where's the life that was promised to me by my color TV? Where did it all go wrong? How could I be alone again on this day On this accursed day? Hey, hey So naive, such a fool to believe, I could ever receive Anything better than this Where's the love that can make it all go away? Where are you when I need to hear you say Turn around, I'm right behind you Don't be afraid, I'm here to remind you I'll be there to catch you when you fall Dry your eyes, it's not so bad at all Well, it's all made up, it's imaginary There's no love in February Ah, from the start, I was played for a fool when I got out of school I was handed a great, big lie 'Cause they said, "Just believe in a dream and try" Oh, yeah, well, 13 years have gone by And I'm still just running in a circle, never getting any further Just a loser doomed to work until I die Where's the love that can make it all go away? Where are you when I need to hear you say Turn around, I'm right behind you Don't be afraid, I'm here to remind you I'll be there to catch you when you fall Dry your eyes, it's not so bad at all Well, I spend my days still searching for ya You took my heart to California Stuck with the winter in New York City There's no love in February, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey Every day I get further away from the love that we had Where did it all go bad? No, I don't think I'll get out of bed today 'Cause the sky is a permanent shade of grey And it's not like I'm getting any younger No, those days are gone forever And I never even got a chance to try Where's the love that can make it all go away Where were you when I needed to hear you say Turn around, I'm right behind you Don't be afraid, I'm here to remind you I'll be there to catch you when you fall Dry your eyes, it's not so bad at all Well, it's all made up, it's imaginary There's no love in February All made up, it's imaginary There's no love in February

You're revealing all your colors, you're an optical illusion But my eyes are closing tighter everyday And I left a part of me inside that Syracuse apartment And I know I'm never coming back again You know we always had a good thing going Could've got it right, our timing's always off My mind is always running away Where are you gonna be when I'm already gone? You're stuck on everything and I'm so sick of February weather 'cause I'd rather burn than freeze Where are you gonna be when I'm all gone? I burned all your pictures to keep warm I thought I should call to let you know We shouldn't try to chase this storm We're gonna have to scrape the windows That's just winter on the East coast And it's weighing on your smile But California's not your style You always kept me second-guessing I kept making you feel less than whole I guess that's just how it goes Where are you gonna be when I'm already gone? You're stuck on everything and I'm so sick of February weather 'cause I'd rather burn than freeze Where are you gonna be when I'm all gone? Where are you gonna be when I'm already gone? You're stuck on everything and I'm so sick of February weather 'cause I'd rather burn than freeze Where are you gonna be? Where are you gonna be? Where are you gonna be when I'm already gone? You're stuck on everything and I'm so sick of February weather 'cause I'd rather burn than freeze Where are you gonna be? Where are you gonna be?

I'm the motherfucking golden child Bold and wild Old and wise Beguiled by the game, exiled by the fame I was young and dumb, living in the slums Coke up my nostrils so I could visit brothels and I Always let lust control my ways Glaze on my gaze Tryna blaze everyday Mind in a haze, soul in a maze, all day My days have turned to rain and the sun has turned to grey and I Paint it black, everything I want it black nigga Disrespect my brothers promise I will crack niggas Click clack bring it back finna blast niggas My squad is on the come up What? are you mad nigga? Once I started rapping I started writing real shit Hear the pain in my bars, niggas feel this King Midas everything I touch turns to gold Trying hard everyday to break out the mold I was sold on a life, all told by the greats, a Stream of endless women In the kitchen Tasting semen Whispered by a demon On a mission make me listen, make a killing with this sinning yo I looked in the mirror and I was the villian I threw away my smiles for a very clouded vision As I hit the floor man my crimson stained the table linen My rhymes are so scary like a fucking ghoul has a risen One day I'll make a living off these bars I have written, it's Only the beginning The dominion Flow so wet like I'm swimming, yeah, shit I ain't even finish! Look, let me bring it back I'm the motherfucking golden child Old and wise Golden eyes King Midas everything I touch turns to gold My soul inside me is rotting away with some black mold There will always be room for improvement while I'm fucking all these women in my room for improvement I'm Brushing teeth get this taste of pussy out my mouth Crushing feats bout to waste this bully with his doubts Running beats finna ace this purely for some clout Freestyling off the top of my head, with, not much else to say, yeah Welcome to the tape, Room for Improvement!

I'm the night stalker, everything is black and white Paint it black, I don't wanna see the sunlight In the shadow of my own room, talking to my demons Telling me to sell my soul, shit I might just consider it, all these faces so unfamiliar, it's Tiresome I'm the lone drifter walking upon the boulevard of broken spirits With a garrote in my left hand and a mallet in my right This darkness is so bright, these demons bring curious delights Tempting me to commit the worst, to put myself, in my own hearse The storm is coming, I can feel it in the air I see the reaper riding his pale steed known as Nightmare He reaches his hand out to me, and now my life is... So ugly man my life is so fucking ugly Black heart, charred skin, man it's so fucking ugly Tempted by lust, hypnotized by greed, what I'm feeling is unjust Life ain't what it seems Black clouds follow me until the day I die Bury me alive, bury me with all my pride Bury me with wine, bury me with my all lies Then set fire to the casket to burn me and all my ties Let the dust blow, within the wind Let the ashes go, fly downwind Watch as the blades, they go rusty I am not pretty I am ugly

Out my way, pull up to the place, in his name we pray Never knew that Superman would end up killing Lois Lane Never knew that Kryptonite would end up making blood spill Never knew in Harlem we would end up getting cuz killed I'm lost now, I'm lost how, these drugs numb, my thoughts out These thoughts want my love now, it's too late bitch Love how? Hatred ain't the way to run the game stupid Hatred ain't the way to make this bread stupid Hatred ain't the way to run the game stupid Hatred ain't the way to make this bread stupid Pave the way to make a change, paid the way to make some change Lost a place I call my home, lost a place to call my own She a fire-starter, burning every crib in her path now Back down, against this fire, bug you off the act now Leaning, be careful of the fumes you breathing These toxins break you down and they'll leave you there Bleeding God if you're there I want to let you know the Devil's been Conversating in my ear G7 Deadly sins Rotten skin Broken wings Fallen angel with no faith, in his king My mind is not a good place for me to be alone Staring at my cracked phone Wishing I could go Back in time, when everything was fine On the phone with my ex, I'm crying on the line and I'm crying All the time 1-800-273-8255 I have that stupid fucking number memorized Hoping one day I call, and they not on the line