revealing, just what we've done inside my mind. said it before, so i'll say it again, I want you more now than I could have then. lying in my bed I
of Men To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer living in fear my
pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me Is it a crime, to fight
nobody knew my name 'fore it came Now the whole world is calling me a, killer All I ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real All the time I was ballin, never heard my
Niggaz will never get this shit back Spit it so eloquently My pistols represent me Bust until my rounds empty Back for the street fame [Chorus] (One love to my
could give a fuck about you, better duck Or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me? It's gonna take
realises the rage I feel Destroying my mind expecting my will belonging to death... and taking my life... Regrets apart, I wish I could take out my fear that lives inside
I'll get inside you Don't live with shame 'Cause feelings change And fame remains The reason why You're gonna wanna take me home tonight It's all the
[Intro: M.O.P.] Hahahahahaha Now it's about to be talked about [Afu-Ra] You're gettin slapped by my grammar Vocals like a hammer, with roots from Alabama
All I heard was the sound of fish who'd drowned. All I saw was the inside of my eyelids. All I said fell short of reaching open ears. Word's floating
they lie All the time I die You gotta believe me 'Cause all the things I say come from inside... ...from my heart, my mind and my soul "And everytime
the fear I keep inside To all who rest assured enjoy My envy will unleash As my weary eyes shuts with fatigue The lights are out and here's my show I
run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all word salad, no ballad word salad, no ballad diabolic plot, a toy, my brain the corpses to destroy prick my
run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all Word salad, no ballad Word salad, no ballad Diabolic plot, a toy, my brain the corpses to destroy Prick my
all my sorrow behind I'm living with rules you once told me Expecting myself to be fine So why the fuck am I lonely? There's no one inside I can call
and pence Because we live inside the age feelings hard to gauge I just open up the book and keep turning the page While the all powerful throwback to
and all, all in one coexistence Infinite Omnipotent [LMNO Hook] Existence everywhere at the same time Physically separated synchronized minds Street, studio, stages on line All