I was so wasted I was a hippie I was a burnout I was a dropout I was out of my head I was a surfer I had skateboard I was so heavy, man I lived on the
you came home then I got your ass a deal Fresh out the can, signed a quarter mill Running through the paper, buying copes and popping pills Money got low
mary you've ever tasted. go to work wasted. go to work bombed. ya gotta pull a shot before you start the job. i wanna operate heavy machinery. i
my waist heavy picture me being stuck in the closet like R Kelly that ain't likely I know that you like me just keep me on the low you can still
just want to spit man I don't need this grief [VERSE TWO] [HOST] I mean you got Will smith and jada Beck's and posh, j-low and Ben aflet, 50 and vivica
Again on the stage where everybody's ready To rap this beat or do you wanna call it heavy We wanna wecome you to this unfinished show We wanna welcome
behind Cold sky lies shattered and all the fractures fall on me Body roams alone as mind is wandering north Heavy clouds hang low just to keep me company
like never before The surface world learned of the malaise Black pope, usurper, he saw through the veil They plan their defense in the land of the wasted
highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy
the dust, on your feet but just a bit unsteady you want to close your eyes, be taken by surprise but not before you're absolutely ready so lay low, as
baby, make it happen baby Make it happen baby, make it happen baby Make it happen baby, make it happen baby I'm Ced Gee, a light skinned brother with a low
Know My Waist Heavy Picture Me Bein' Stuck In Th E Closet Like R. Kelly That Ain't Likely I Know That You Like Me Just Keep Me On The Low You Can Still
supper, and - where's father? The mother said, "Children, you better run down to the corner store and fetch your old man. He's probably down there wasting
the mirror Working on his contripasto for stone Oh yah whitey, you got empire guilt Why? & Dose : We know John Walker, we know John Booth Waste our
coke, and only gunna get a hundred dollars You could probably get some money if you come and holla Cause I got haze, and I cop K's So my block made heavy
same ?marked ass? (Firing Squad, nigga.) I know what the fuck I'm talking about. (Go 'head, nigga, go ahead, go 'head nigga) [Verse one: Lil Fame] Ghetto warfare, heavy
is too high*and I feel em gettin over*Land Cruisers*Issuzus or new shoes*man dem notes is heavy*that?s why I got a couple Chevies*low budget I am believe
