damn gorgeous girl's gonna dump you, go home crying, she call me, tell me that she wants to vent and I'll be there cuz I'm her friend
the driver If you make no friends on the way to the top rung There is no secret handshake club I do not give a fuck But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard
Promise me you gon shut the fuck up and recognize What you holdin ain't really broken? [Break:] I don't flick neeedles like my sick friend (friend) I
(feat. Fre, Grafh, Invincible, Jane Doe, J-Live) "1, 2, 3, 4" [x10] [88 Keys] Yo, this is 88... This is for Amadou Diallo Rest in peace, you still
.] Man I remember before I say that wait let me issue this statement No way should reflection be mistaking for glorification Now I remember so vivid me and my niggas was living Sub-standard
start living. It wont always be the same, Can't be afraid of change. You wanna have your way, Demand till your Satisfied You lower your self esteem, You gotta live
or leave it That's shit and I don't believe it A decaying standard And it's begging for a change Freedom is relative I feel relatively free where I live
We had to bring it to'em, truthfully, we owed it Now we multiplied our stength on a worldwide note We compact disk televised live quotes Clear my throat
for brains, Been a long while so I know the game, It?s more about music than your clothing range, We?re here to overtake, setting the standard, Obese
ve always played the hand I was given No exceptions here, humanity's driven You see all men are born equal, just the standard of living That differs between
wit' the live Sweet Love, sweep me in the bug eye, we 'bout to glide Head fried, spittin' the scribe, move in disguise Wan' test I? Access denied I live
the ground and you try to find yourself in the abstractions of religion and the cruelty of everyone else and you wake up to realize your standard of living
wish I'd done Some friends I'm gonna miss Beautiful lovers I never got the chance to kiss... Daydreamin' drugs the pain of living Processions of missing Lovers and friends
just living out of case But his best word was his letters home His standard works of fiction about imaginary success The chorus girls in neon were his closest things to friends
it up... [girl singing in background] [Verse 1: Big Poo] The most magnificent Poo speak the unlipatent for the rhyme impatent complicate plenty circumtants I got enough friends
it takes To impress your friends Bridge: Never true to yourself This is not what you want to be Fooling yourself You're just living lie Chorus Bridge
