5ive

[Intro]
Only the cleanest
Only the cleanest can judge
Only the cleanest
Only the cleanest can judge
Only the cleanest
Only the cleanest can judge
Only the cleanest

[Verse]
Touch the mic "at last my arm is complete again"
To be honest I know I ain't made to compete or win
I was meant to do my thing and possibly speak for him
But how is that possible when your atmosphere is stained with gin
It makes me nauseous
Plus the ciggies they smoking like broke exhaust tips
Can y'all please stop it
I'm surely off it, might just off it, can't play offense
Halted
Like the Tet
Death the only ref
In an arena where the cleaner get
Shutdown by sundown
And the dirty get to rinse off they blood
Or they forever stuck in mud
But something about love
Has got me wondering if we can make it up above
Watch for doves
As they cry and they fly
It seems that these things are
That these things are

[Outro]
Lost in the wind
Lost on a wave
Somewhere out there
Maybe one day
Lost in the wind
Lost on a wave
Somewhere out there
Maybe one day