days go by, we're killing time with so much in our way But it's always the same. (Always the same.) Always the same. (Always the same.)
God. I tell you, I know everybody's in the same mess. I'm telling you. We all are. I know that, you know, and I'm just, you know, I'll be the first
I do what I do for the sake of symmetry, I'd rather conjure spirits than imagery, I'm a fruitcake to the done mc, I'm the I'd rather have fun mc,
and unworthy deslamated also blurry No More (I can't believe I was so blind) Tellin myself I'm trippin Today I caught you slippin Now its gonna be your missin No more I
am I? I'm the best to ever spit I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm Nelly and the Tics I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the dics Cause they want me gone
I'm tired of paying dues And I'm tired of being polite, and I'm tired of not falling asleep And I'm tired of morons that say I'm too abstract or I'm too
as you understand that I can't be whipped You say companionship, I say abandon ship, I'm a gigolo so you know I'm always on the go, I ain't got no time
That's that, who made this style, solo or X Are you Tfo's Doctor or Mobb Deep? Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death I never wear Esco, I got a
like what up bitch Approached the finest girl like shutup bitch Than I grab the microphone and I cut up kids Like a hot knife straight through a butter stick Now i
c I can't stand it I can't stand it A c a I can't even gain your attention I I i i Solo over c#m a then to f#m And I'm not gaining any ground
, I would shit on you If I was your happy, I'd make you sad If I was your everything I'd make sure I meant nothing to you If I was sane, I'd make you
Baby I can't say I'm perfect, We both know I'm not, But I think it's about time that we tie the knot, Cuz I've played every game, [Chorus] I played
And what I've really become And however hard I try, I will always feel regret However hard I try, I will never forget I will never forget, I will never forget I
shit on mi wurdz itz lyke I aint gittin da respeck I deserve -Da Hook- I gat shotz he shot I shot -yeah- A nigga shock'd he shock'd he ryght thurr
maid with a fat ass If I had mad cash, I'd open up a whorehouse Honestly, I had this bitch in my crib frontin' so I threw her out She wasn't suckin'
He was a drunk He was a punk-ass useless slob and he didn't even wanna get a job. He'd forgotten how to be himself. They say the world is a stage and
, it doesn't work, it's so inbred I might throw up... and now I'm put into the middle with the contracts and the bunk, and I always end up hearing "hey
my face. Location hasn't changed but I'm not living in the same place. Its useless to respond respond to anything I've said I've said I hate to quote
