song That pulls you along yeah It's just a sad song And it won't take long Too many thoughts Breaking your stride Too many jekylls Feeling like a mr.
song That pulls you along, yeah It's just a sad song And it won't take long Too many thoughts breaking your stride Too many Jekylls, feeling like a
your face You'd like to be in the race You cannot hide your disgrace You leave without a trace You got that look on your face You'd like to be in the
Hey there, go stand in line Read the Times, check your dimes Ensign, what a wind, keep on trying Anywhere, sublime paradigm, oh, whoa, oh, whoa When
I know the ones you share And you deceive the ones you dare And the drift and the gift they give to you And it turns to another day And the mess, all this
hang it on the wall No matter what you think I'm always on the brink But you can throw a twist and I can move like this They give you lot of slack then
down over twice You could treat me mean or treat me nice But soon the time will come I know what I put you through The time will run Away from us like
, you guessed it They keep you in follow mode They keep you in follow mode Take the streets you never rode They keep you They keep on knocking Oh, like
watching out for things that bite I was tripping on my own two feet I was feeling like I got no sleep And my thoughts were getting unrestrained And I was looking like
Shadows falling on my day And time is standing still You see things in a different way The way that no one will They're gonna take the very thing That
just imagine, like whistling down a desert or some shit Don't this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees? [Verse 1] I don't got no parameters, This
Yo. Just imagine like whistling down a desert or some shit. Don?t this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees? I ain?t got no parameters This
the, party Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party Dig this how we love to party Dance fools all over shakin' they body 70's music to rulin' to this Go from
afraid And this money got me feelin like a star And this murder got me Feelin like my death ain't far And the land (?) and stolen cars Don't get no better
(feat. Notorious B.I.G.) When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over Lucifer,
the back and move on Is this just how it is hell no Cuz she came back with the kid and yo I been payin ever since The clothes the food the cars and oh
Girls steppin to the mall to swing Settin up dollars for their summer fling Cars on the avenue create gridlock And there's girls like MAD at the bus stop