What has changed? Same old story with a new name I'm not scared, I've been here before I guess, I thought you'd be there, I swear it This is the last
'91 bus card So callin' me for a ride ain't the answer Huh, you want a lift ya better pick up a transfer Sayin' we will go for one cut, now we're dead
You've got to let yourself go Uffie is taking you out A place you've never seen before And you might never come back Here is my flight commander suit Your ears might hurt a
, I think I've had enough of this Why is everyone so cold and lonely? Here I go again, I'll try relating to the selfishly absurd Take me for a ride and
temptation", believe the answer I swear I heard the DJ say Is in the order you obey I know my purpose isn't on a poster sign I'm still part of the game
clue, what is Will Smith? Hot to death, not you I'm like a Porsche, you a Pinto You like a tiny figurine, I'm monumental You're like a small get together
effective Has any girl in history said Sure, you seem so nice, let's get it on Still I always shock them When I answer, "Hi, my name's Amanda" And
It coulda been a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way Ill yall be sleeping ! It coulda been a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Just
is posing for a photo op with the Oval Office clan And Uncle Sam is rigging cockfights in the Promised Land And that knife you stuck in my back is still there It pinches a
equals death, science versus life, until there's only giant people left. this is for the losers, this is for canadians, this is for my sister, this is for
my feelings in the name of love Or play it safe for a while that was easy And if living for myself is what I'm guilty of Go on and sentence me, I'll still
even keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin Calm down little camper, I've got the answers You should fuck exotic dancers You should grow a pair of
'm a one man army, I don't need no help This is a pistol, I use to protect myself Careful these hammerhead hollow points Is bad for your health, my nia
in bed alone. you say if you love it, let it go. nothin? set in stone, plus every rock they throw, I use as a stepping stone. got questions, say the answers
the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift And everything I say in these pages Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'
it All we gon' talk about is music Neither one of us will ever use it But shorty she ain't hesitate to use it Four a.m., where do I begin? She's leavin
Ras Kass: A arm a leg a leg a arm a head. Headin in your direction. The riddle was the answer to the question. Born of the flesh, what is perfection
bust it wide open and build up my clank Send a hit at these niggas so we could be the jank You now how it is want everything for myself Want every nigga scorin for