's my life I live it up The cup I gotta give it up One day I'm cruisin' down a one way street and I done passed fun day Three blocks ago It itself life
got nothing in common f-ck that and thats just common sense what the [Pusha T] Came in the game, 8 years prior 8 years later, your mans on fire My Book
I say UHH looka here I want you to see me when you do you look and fear I dilate pupils it's cornea than a retina My Book of Life you felt it, because
Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet Niggas livin on the street while other niggas feast Aight wit you it aint aight wit me Right, gotta make money all my life
exhibition, and warm up scrimmage Shoot more words that Macho Man spit gism in the village CHORUS [Common Sense] Stimulated by a tree and drama I advanced
naked honeys who forgot about the weather Fuck an exhibition, and warm up scrimmage Shoot more words that Macho Man spit gism in the village CHORUS: [Common Sense
can I have? [Common] You can have your Life [Immens] You can have your Bran [Common] You can have your Puffs [Immens] You can have your Pebbles [Common
Twisted yet methodical mind, not to mention Circus like atmosphere, story book upbringin' Neighborhood full of married couple who love swingin' Creature lived the life
't fix Cause I can do it - in the mix Nowadays We be's the g's that's deadly Bustin' raps, shootin' craps, gots the straps on ready Common sense'll tell
embrace what you turned away and cry at what you laughed 'Cause that?s the only way we?re going to make it through this storm Where ignorance is common sense
back. i can't afford to lose you. but that's not what this is about. if love ever had a second name it's attachment. and if you had an ounce of common sense
s my body, it's my life, it's part of me Tattoos as expression, which means I'm free The ink which makes a tattoo Doesn't infect common sense It's a
recipe for immoratlity Flows actually be on the malls and factories Of urban life with the laws of gravity Audacity, you got a lot of it Common sense
a Saturday night. Just another early Sunday?s coming. Everything looks different in the light. It's common sense of history From the notes we sing to the books
to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that
First glimpse, instant attraction She acted as if my interest was a common reaction Took satisfaction in knowin' she was beautiful She twisted up the
niggas pop eyes, I'm large as Buddhist Rappers wanna be down, 'cause they think that I'm better than They, but I'll be okay solo like the letterman Use my common sense
Meredith: Gee Jimmy, that's cool! Guy From Alabama: You can just . . . fall right in. Aynsley: But do they play pool? 4:32 Phyllis: What a guy, what a sense
