The Theme (Take 1) - Miles Davis Quintet

The world is treating me bad, misery I'm the kind of guy Who never used to cry The world is treating me bad, misery I've lost her now for sure I won't see her no more It's gonna be a drag, misery I'll remember all the little things we've done Can't she see she'll always be the only one, only one Send her back to me 'Cause everyone can see Without her, I will be in misery I'll remember all the little things we've done She'll remember, and she'll miss her only one, lonely one Send her back to me 'Cause everyone can see Without her, I will be in misery (oh, oh, oh) In misery (ooh, ooh) My misery (la, la, la, la, la, la) Misery

Grass to my knees, give them hope And new joints bend and lean On me when you feel that Strange dream fill my back with Cold night air through my lungs Limping on two legs again Don't you think that I've been giving up? Don't you think that I've been giving up? Change I take the blame I take the blame I move away, away Space in my life give me lots of room to grow Pull my ears back with the words Heart beats hurt You have my chest full of Cold night air in my lungs Limping on two legs again Don't you think that I've been giving up? (Don't you think that I've been giving up?) Don't you think that I've been giving up? Change I take (I take) the blame I'll take (I take) the pain) I move (I move) away, away Away, away

Cream—five—five—five stars—cream up in the Rock—rock—rockstars If I had it my way, I would sing all day And never say a word to you If I have it my way, I would love all night And never feel a shade of blue If I had it my way, I would be fine Wouldn't be thinkin' all the time I could just do, mmm, whatever I want to, mmm I would be free to do whatever I want to Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yo If I had it my way, the high way Supreme Clientele, 365 days in the telly Five stars, rockstars, laughin' with dirt Me and Osiris served putting in work Mornings in the mosh, afternoons at the juice bar Bentley coupé, Maybach, haters, I rebute y'all Little who call cigar may be a pre-roll Fake room service knocking at the door, they wanted Migos If it was my way, I would play the reverend Al Green With Superfly playing on a 90 inch screen Every chain would have rocks the size of gumballs And my house would have [?] hung on the walls My way like Sinatra, little butter on the mozza Nothing but cream up in the crib, I mean lots-A Rubber bands stack, private securities Smelting down gold, 24K for the purity If I had it my way Every day would feel like Friday No cell phones would vibrate Clutch on this SM58 Everything moving at my pace Focus on the path that I pave for myself I ain't worry 'bout no-one else Nothin' but a vision in my lane All BFFs in MySpace All VVS, my top eight Free (bitch) to do what I want to Hey, hey (rock—rockstars) Hey If I had it my way, I would sing all day And never say a word to you If I have it my way, I would love all night And never feel a shade of blue If I had it my way, I would be fine Wouldn't be thinkin' all the time I could just do, mmm, whatever I want to, mhm I would be free to do whatever I want to (Free like birds) (I wanna be free like birds) (Free like birds) (Tryna be free like birds)