It's over. I feel a calm wash over me as I lie here silently. Imposters pay their respects while they deal with their regrets. Forget this, it's too
Oh the sand keeps falling through the hourglass And there's no way we're gonna slow it down. You say, "We've got to treasure each moment." Who knows how
mathematics. you cut the check and I rake in the green like I'm raking the grass in pretty b-tches damn near feint when they passing call my whip Martin
all hell, as the times are getting harder sitting back watching all the dramas passing by us like theres no answer, so where do we walk to? and who do
porch, their front porch Their front porch, their front porch But they didn't want me neither So they left me on someone else's lawn Else's lawn, else's lawn, else's
perspective, your thoughts get neglected Like Muggsy's shot and Marcus Camby rejection Hit the sixth row, pass the courtside section I know you clown niggaz must be kidding
sets And when it's dark again we'll let the 9s spark again Y'all know the dogs niggaz stay moving out the fog And when it's war we ain't gonna call on
your nights, you see Narc's jet I'll meet you on the corner in the park doin' sets And when it's dark again, we'll let the nine's spark again Y'all
is out to get me Or is it just me hallucinating, tripping over the things that I see? You gotta be kidding me, homey who told you so? Those who know don't talk and those who
their town away I like to watch them play I like to marvel at the random beauty Of a simple village girl Why should she be the one who's killed? If
Yeah, 'Opposite of H2O', y'know What's it all about What's it all about What's it all about What's it all about What's it all about It's about Drag
win it I've done it or did it some say I'm kidding But wright at this minute I'll freak it or funk it like a country ?pumkin? from albakurky,Who's
Curtains Up (Encore Version) ----------------------------- Still on? Yo, is the mic on? Check, check, check Alright, let's do it Let's go, come on (Eminem
in their face?] 'Cause they fake as fuck, and a waste of space Besides, fists, not guns, that's a change of pace [So who are you to judge who's true these
then I squeeze The real imprinted Hanse's disease Not human in this century, I'm ill until the entity Who built this penitentiary, It's filthy as a centipede
price, "Sorry, sorry" I'm just kidding, I'ma call you, write you love letters "It's all good" Thanks for the burgers emm hook me up with a Dr Pepper That's
me ?where ya? pants at?? In the morning After an evening Lots of moaning, heavy breathing Body?s socking Showers steaming Got you open, loud and screaming Call it passion
