You went and bought that bitch Flossed that bitch But you lost that bitch Cuz we tossed that bitch Bought that bitch Flossed that bitch But you lost that
Tuesday night, I was laid up in the bed Tired as hell, I'm hearing voices in my head Heard some knocks, grabbed my tone, ran to the doe (door) Screamed
I-20 nigga, yeah Break bread nigga Don't get skull drug Break bread nigga What? Break bread nigga Tell 'em, tell 'em Break bread nigga Hey, I'm a maniac
Yeah, he go by the name of I Dub Straight from Scottsdale, where the rock sell And we disturbing tha peace for 4 years strong Aand still just gettin'
Yeah, that'll do it Yeah, I love hip hop I love this muthafuckin' hip hop game This nigga here is a little nigga man Stay in your motherfucking lane
and i hear the stars have fallen he finally rests his eyes on the contract he finally laid his eyes on her red dress he finally lost his eyes in the contrast
Head underwater Keeps getting hotter Give 'em your medicine Fame injection Tell him to jump higher Tell him to run farther Make him measure up Decades
There was a song I remember Said ?What the world Needs now? Where is the love Where did it go Who broke our hearts 'Cause we need to know Where are the
There's a lot of things I understand And there's a lot of things that I don't want to know But you're the only face I recognize It's so damn sweet of
You start out with a punk rock band just trying to have fun Your lousy seven inch is not impressing anyone You get you first show and you're ready to
Hush now, don't explain You're the cause of all my trouble and pain Unless you're mine don't explain My love, my love, my love don't explain There is
Was an honest man Asked me for the phone Tried to take control Oh, I don't see it that way I don't see it that way We shared some ideas All obsessed
Hush now, don't explain; There ain't nothing to gain. Well, I'm glad you're back, But don't explain. Quiet, baby, don't explain; Know, there ain't nothing
(Joseph) Seven years of bumper crops are on their way Years of plenty, endless wheat and tons of hay Your farms will boom, there won't be room To store
That's right, uh, recognize real ghetto vision, nigga Cleveland, open up ya' doors I'm in the old school '84 Delta 88 Wit' a ounce but I'm bouncin' like
You know what they say at the end of the day But days fade away And where does time go please, is it moments like these And I dream of one Daytime TV
Where do you go when everything you know is wrong, if you know anything at all? Tomorrow always starts so bright before it fades and all the empty faces
I've wrapped myself up In a universe again And let the darkness quell My matchflame confidence And unwillingly I hide The lever I must find To release