Hey record company, do you need a hit? 'Cause I need a hit too, to give me a different view Hey Mr. Producer, do you want a hit? 'Cause I wanna hit too
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Hey record company, do you need a hit Cause I need a hit too, to give me a different view Hey Mr. Producer do you need a hit Cause I want a hit too,
Please forgive me for not smiling Please excuse the tear in my eye You were out late, you were playin' I was alone late last night It's gettin' too late
everything you see ain't really how it be A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile Most cats in
industry stick up, Kingpin Capo Regime/ Bend on your knees, duck tape and tied down, follow my lead or everyone shot, bleed/ Squeeze round after round, empty shells hit
of emptiness I've got a pocketful of nothing I've had a bellyful of emptiness I've got a pocketful of nothing at all I've had a bellyful of emptiness
It wasn't her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile She said Pictures can be deceiving like she knew he was foul Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses a smile
you see ain't really how it be A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile Most cats in my area be
An empty street, a quiet smile Without steady feet, you know the reckless kind Keep coming, coming back to the same old place With that wild eyed stare
That everything you see ain't really how it be A lot of jokers out runnin' in place, chasin' the style Be a lot goin' on beneath the empty smile Most
from you (all that I want from you) is a promise (I want you to promise you'll) you will be there (always be there) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2 Become 1 Candle light and soul
her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile She said (pictures can be decieving like she knew he was foul Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses his smile
The industry stick up, Kingpin Capo Regime Bend on your knees, duck tape and tied down, follow my lead or everyone shot, bleed Squeeze round after round, empty shells hit
An empty street, a quiet smile Without steady feet You know the reckless kind Keep coming, coming back To the same old place With that wild eyed stare
