The ILLZ:
Hey, Hey, as I'm writin' this song, my account's in the minus, rent fell behind and I'm countin' up dimes damn it's hard for me to fail like it's really my time and when I open up my wallet and it's there's nothing inside it. And the check ain't comin' till Friday, damn it's only Sunday, gotta make it some way. On my way to Brooklyn on the New York City subway, thinkin' it'll be okay, you goin' make it one day. But my mom says "son make that struggle yours," cause before you make it listen you goin' struggle more. Had an all time low I never met before. Face on the floor fightin' for an open door. And when times like these though I don't smoke, my homie Al Rose passes and I take a toke And realize when I'm walkin' on a tight rope, all I really ever have is hope. Just Hope.

The Temper Trap:
How far we've gone.
How far we're going.
It's the here and the now, and the love for the sound,
Of the moments that keep us moving.

The ILLZ:
Want no women right now I'm so selfish, too busy tryin' to be the next Elvis. Don't see how I can do it being selfless. All I care about is music indulgence. That's why I spend all this time alone, at home, mad missed calls on my phone. All I really wanna do is let myself grow, get away somewhere and let it all go. And come back stronger, I'ma make it happen ain't waitin' any longer. Ride through the struggle till it's over, even when it feels like I'm carryin' a boulder, heavy on my shoulders. I'ma show ya.

The Temper Trap:
Soldier on
Soldier on
Keep your heart
Close to the ground

Soldier on
Soldier on
Keep your heart
Close to the ground

Don't think about it all
Just keep your head low
Don't think about it
At all

Yeah, will you take me tonight
Yeah, will you take me tonight
Yeah, will you take me tonight
Ooooh... tonight.