We both want the world But we both know that this gets old If I could open up my chest then maybe I could find a way to give you Just a little piece
the skyline tonight is burning my skin but she loves the view and feeling the blinding blue lights are pulling us in light years away her touch stays
yeah, yeah yeah, yeah walking example of you wait for the silence talking backwards to you was never exciting watching everything fall down with
never for one single second thought that I would find myself at the beginning but at the end am I wasting time pictures fading while I sing this song
re already dead to me And you really think you matter That's the story of the year Now or never It's the story of the year There's no way I'll believe
life Big g's in the spot light Rocking the cordless mics Under hot lights Doing what we please Nigga pick a flight Real big godzilla like Monkey see Monkey
that!" I'm being like a monkey, and that '73 dope Need a desert eagle, reefer smellin like a skunk Got a bitch named Judy, with a real big booty Blue
-ass hoes Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes Now I fuck top notch bitches Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches 'Bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set Been mackin' fo' years
I'm a monster, ill circus clown, I'm not a specimen Don't look at me funny when I come around And y'all been trying to figure me out for years Trying
ill circus clown, I'm not a specimen Don't look at me funny when I come around And y'all been trying to figure me out for years Trying to reduplicate
hoes, Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes, Now I fuck top notch bitches, Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches, 'bout a pimp named shorty from the oakland set, Been mackin' fo' years
you stand Wont you give a big hand To the man on the burning tightrope Hes always walked this tightrope Between the devil and the deep blue sea A monkey
Ya call yourself a hustler Thirty-years-old and still try'na move a fifty pack Little Honda Civic with big speakers in the back Me I'm still a hustler
