These telephone lines They don't serve me anymore Only bringing me bad news And my home town Only makes me want you more When I have nothing else to
You tear me apart by putting yourself on the line Just for me to stand and watch it snap You'll fall two hundred feet and you won't even care Lay your
matters is love ever after After the life we've been through 'Cause I know there's no life after you You and I, right or wrong, there's no other one After
Intro: JD) After the party its the waffle house if u ever been there u know what i'm talkin about where people dont dance all they do is this and after
niggas worship u vanity If Five ?? you nigga maintain humanity - insanity Hope you see the light like the prism's true colors Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others
, mad niggas worship u vanity If Five ?? you nigga maintain humanity - insanity Hope you see the light - like the prism's true colors Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others
fake ass party and turn this into a classic night, if we die in each others arms, we'll still get laid in the after-life, if we die in each others arms
'm miles from where you are I lay down on the cold ground And I, I pray that something picks me up And sets me down in your warm arms After I have traveled
can have the heart of me There is no part of me that can't be calculated into a commodity My musings amount to a milestone a million miles above monotony
I cuff it, then finger fuck it Check it something rugged, other niggas be reluctant To touch it after me Passively they strike, never matching me Rapidly
my broads, just how I play the mic First I cuff it, then finger fuck it Check it something rugged, other niggas be reluctant To touch it after me Passively
ain't easy to love a nigga in the limelight, i was effin up another ? but i got my mind right, you took a lot of shit from me yeah apology after apology, and after
I went to the country just the other day To see my uncle Bill and sorta pass the time away I asked him how he'd been since last, I'd passed his way He
the other bands playing will be The Who, The Clash, uh, Digital Underground There's been rumor's that EPMD might come out and play here at Gutfest this year Other
not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth After
me Jean McCoy, the beast in me employed To ploy deplorable through audible destructive actions attractive to Coy Hey, pass to the Troy after, I'm passing
the brain tissue The shells was evidence of a violent event That left a young dealer bent from a hundred rounds spent The lifestyle is a thousand miles
from here, [where do we go from here] After the storm has cleared, [after that storm has cleared] Where do we go from here, [like nights over tibet] After
