Ooh if you pull too hard Then the string will break And if you leave the slack Then the string won't hold So how can we find ourselves? Trapped in our
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Well if you pull to hard Then the string will break And if you leave the slack Then the string won't hold So how can we find ourselves Trapped in our
and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion
mean this year I gotta put it in three hundred gear (yeah) You on a treadmill homey, you just runnin' still You sense the rap but all the other rappers
[Verse 1: Joe Budden] Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now, I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song with
merely paying no attention to his peers Tends to veer from convention And has a pension for beers Brewed from sunsets He says he drink until his senses
and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl
rides and cruise Destination somplace a space anywhere we choose Laughter food and good times'll never fail ya To hell with intoxicating paraphenalia Well ya cold wanna slap on slow song
[Verse 1: Joe Budden] Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now, I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song
you right before they shoot you Hug your momma, cry at your funeral It's terrible, sinful, life here is pitiful God has a dark sense of humor, divine
