Testi:
Self Gotta Stop Messin About

. Gotta stop, gotta gotta stop, messin about You gotta stop, gotta gotta stop, messin about Gotta stop, gotta gotta stop, messin about You gotta stop, gotta gotta stop, messin

say Just checkin' in wit'cha trying to see what's wrong today I know there's gotta be something kickin' your bruises How's the love? How's the music? How's the self

baby open the door Nigga gotta let me in cuz I'm getting it again And I said I was going to get dollars And if it's not about cheese I holla Fuckin'

cut in your strut, more glide in your stride If you don't dig that you gotta hold your soul If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address

Gotti's? Probably, you wanna be for years in rap The only type tracks you're seein is the on you run at And talk about your mouth, no doubt I cram your

Great Granddaddy of Hieroglyphics, Del [Del the Funky Homosapien] Hold up, stop the presses, this just came in Del's done it again, you gotta get his

to twist you up because the rhyme don't stop [Chorus: Oh No] Cuz everyday it's like a level in this game that we live Gotta struggle to survive, that

They gotta put you down to make they-self feel better Black or white, dark brown or light Short, thin and small, thick, big or tall And I think it's a mess

the glass broken at my feet. Cut myself once again, gotta stop count to ten, and relax. Take a breath, breath in deep. Taste the smog, feel heat. I gotta