Wasting time, wasting time my heartbeat beats like a tom tom 4 AM you bang the drum clock beats beats along It gets so hot in my head but I'm ... fine
Wasting time, wasting time My heart beat, beat like a tom tom Four AM, you bang the drum Blood beats, beats along It gets so hot in my hand that I fight
Wasting time, wasting time My heartbeat Beats like a tom tom 4 A.M. You bang the drum The clock beats Beats along It gets so hot in my head But I'm
: Wasting time, wasting time My heart beat, beat like a tom tom Four AM, you bang the drum Blood beats, beats along It gets so hot in my hand that
: Wasting time, wasting time My heartbeat Beats like a tom tom 4 A.M. You bang the drum The clock beats Beats along It gets so hot in my head But I
drama the only I'm getting laid out is with your mama, commas couldn't stop me, semi-colons and hyphens when I freestyle two-hundred words a minute, shit
trick But she done slept around with Tom, Harry and Dick Duck down in the car when she saw her man Rob Ask you to push the six, at an easy hundred clip
pants Happiness A hundred dollars Buy success Hanging with your fashionable whores And I'm a wounded bird I will take your word You and tom (you and tom
to be down Two hundred million blind mice Running through this town [Shock-G] Patty Cake, Patty Cake I heard your man Wears a gold Rolex and put a diamond on your hand
t know.. What I been goin through To make my, own.. Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I upsets music industry fan Hey yo my man, look at my hand
be Tom Wilson's secretary . . . Ok . . . You remember Tom Wilson were gonna run for President? [6:51] Aynsley: You're Tom Wilson? Carl: Yeah. Aynsley
I'm flipping things I'm the man behind the scene pulling the puppet strings Married to the rap game without a diamond ring Keep it a hundred percent authentic
me a favor, don't do me no favors I'll handle mines [Verse 2] Hovi Baby We are really high, really high tonight We tip the waiter a hundred dollars
mind Make an unwise decision call the wonderful 99 It was way back in the nineties a dollar still was worth a dime An international coincidence made Newsweek and Time A hundred
[Verse One:] [Buddy Slim] Damn it, son I think its time we had a little man-to-man talking I heard that you was hand-in-hand Walking down the boulevard
the Hennesey Pops I want freedom, so hand me the nine You can pray for yours, but I'ma go get mine Now how long has it been? For a hundred and thirty-
cent per groupie Now only if I had two G's per strand Ask my anchor banker, he understands I used to wrap my hand around a cold gold can Someone once
and fingerprinted Polo drives a Benz from state to stae By the way, guess who made his license plates Thought I was finished, down, going through the blues Here's a hundred
