So suddenly Where was my mind What was I thinking of I lost control You could have died I could have killed you But when we recovered I only thought
Line of people to pass you by Posing sympathy with their whitewash eyes With the ladies feigning their mourning cries And the men shaking hands Weigh
Should I have believed I was still a boy Naive and sane, protected wholly Tongue-tied and restless Breathing of futures Know meI am not a child 'Though
Yo, yeah yeah, yo what? (Gotta spit on these bitches real quick) Yea, Jammie Sommers bring the thunder, what? (Word up, doo-doo stain bitches) Yo, yo,
Man cannot live by bread alone He needs something stronger To feed his hungry soul So he'll try everything under the sun But nothing will end his hunger
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus The poor litlle chauffeur, though, she was back in bed On the very next day with a nose full
Sleeping at night in a plaster board box Scratching the earth with the nails on my fingers And the ground pukes up rocks and rocks and more rocks And
No Yea, meet me in the alley, Vargas Rendezvous Call the boys, get some ribs and a mess of cold beer too Lord get the feet bag on back to Mississippi
Baby, I'm-a want you Baby, I'm-a need you You the only one I care enough to hurt about Maybe I'm-a crazy But I just can't live without Your lovin' and
The lady, poor lady She lost all her things Far inside of her house now The lady just stays Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone Ah...ah...ah...ah... Over
Keep a line for you Keep a line for you Get it off, waterfall Wash it off of me What do you think, little man You could do to me? And I'm feeling like
We've been sailing All through sick skies Backbones breaking So we all lie We've been sailing All through sick skies Backbones breaking So we all lie
Tomorrow Will we all just fade away And will the sun explode Destroying everything Tomorrow Will we all just fade away And will the sun explode Destroying
... a lamb widows and humans and pits and demons and boils and sleepwalkers and bats and widows and humans and pits and demons and demons and demons
Witches, they ride On broomsticks, 'ya know Angels use wings To catch the wind's blow And they're moving as far as they can And as fast as they can Skeletons
I don't feel good I don't sound good I don't look good I wish I was right I don't feel good I don't sound good I don't look good I wish I was right
[Intro: MIMS] R.I.P.!!!! B.I.G.!!!!!! LET'S GO!!!!! [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. Sample (MIMS)] For the bread n butta I leave niggas in the gutta (YEAH!!!)
Well, I'm sure you're near and I can almost smell you But the winds are up at the walls again And I can hear you coming, heaven helped you coming I believe