no strings attached Just scratches on your BACK - what? (fuck, meee!) Ex's ain't actin right, and you so glad to fight Dinner's by candlelight - say
out'cha guts, fear, up for what? Nothin but them Goodie [Verse 2: T-Bu] Osmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crush Caught in the crossfire between
I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner, I gots to fight back against the powers that be, Cause the powers that be be tryin' to fight
chest ima hope for the best i am never going back to the press though they wanna see me stress counting money and staying relevant make me know the difference between
But love my nigga came through [Daz] Here I am Daz diligent on the mission Comin through like I intend to do and I slam captured your whole frame of
] Here I am, Daz dillinger on the mission God damn, Comin through like I intend to do and I slam, captured your whole frame of mind For mind kick your
jewels and like freak it on the floor Or is it my job to make sure I'm poor? Can't my car look better than yours? Keep a cigar in between my jaws I
Make love to me Don't have to straighten facts Don't want no strings attached Just scratches on yo' back, what? Fuck me Ex's ain't actin' right And you so glad to fight
You shoulda coulda's and why didn't you do this Crippling snippets aimed at the heart to inflame and impart blame Framed like Mumia, verbal diarrhea Spasms creating chasms between
sleep My radical brain, will run your terrain, I'm comin' again It's simple and plain, you're hurtin', there's no numbin' the pain Warpin' your frame
oct of thought blocks With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love Fear of the results had push ever came to shove Seduced for fun Produce a a lot of fight
wasted Spent fighting It'll burn in the fire of our regret All the time we've wasted Spent fighting It's blood and it's runnin' down the stairs Freeze the frame Between
against me Say what's on my mind and the critics can give me Some empty ink pens like clips, fuck a mind game Welcome to my fully automatic mind frame
and as she turned I saw the reason for her stoop She carried on her back a shocking hump I nodded and smiled back at her in greeting, fighting for control The gentleness between
further than Pumbaa here Then this laid-back quadruped Relaxation's the name of the game Be cool and be thick-skinned Let my lifestyle be your reference frame
When things go wrong I look at the stars outside When somethings done You know you can't turn back time We lose each other Between the fire and the flame
Yo we sniff blow, or blow up pieces [Chorus] Welcome to futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama A cross between terminator 3 and Tutankhamun This